21. Renzo

21

Ipace back and forth in our apartment, my mind racing with the thoughts of Camila. The anticipation of her arrival is driving me wild. I can't wait to see her face when she realizes she's stuck with us—our slave, our key to the Nexus.

The door opens, and Elio walks in with Camila trailing behind him. She's crying, her eyes red and puffy. It's a real turn-on, seeing her so vulnerable and helpless. I've always been turned on by girls being scared or upset. Elio says it's because I'm sick in the head, and he may well be right.

I smirk as I stride toward her, my eyes locked on hers. "Well, well, well. Look who it is. Are you happy now? You get to have both of us whenever you want."

Camila flinches at my words, trying to back away, but Elio's grip on her arm keeps her in place. "Ren, leave her alone," Elio warns.

But I'm not about to let this opportunity slip away. I step closer to Camila, my hand reaching out to stroke her tear-stained cheek. "Come on, baby. Admit it. You know you want this."

Elio pushes me away, his eyes flashing with anger. "I said, leave her alone."

I laugh, enjoying the tension in the room. "What's the matter, Elio? Are you afraid she'll like me better than you?"

Camila whimpers, trying to pull away from Elio's grasp. "Please, just let me go."

I turn my attention back to her, my voice low and seductive. "Do you want to tell Elio what happened between us after the party? Go on, tell him how much you enjoyed it."

Elio's grip on Camila tightens, and he glares at me because I've already told him, but she doesn't know. "Ren," he growls in warning.

Camila's sobs intensify, her body trembling. "I... I didn't... I'm sorry..."

I grin, relishing in her discomfort. "Oh, come on, bookworm. Don't be shy. Tell Elio how you moaned my name, how you begged me for more." I smirk, enjoying Camila's distress as I turn to face my brother. "You should have seen her. The way she looked at me, her eyes wide and wanting. I knew she was mine for the taking."

Elio's jaw clenches. "Enough, Renzo. I don't want to hear this."

But I continue, relishing every detail. "We were alone in her dorm. I had her pressed against the wall while I kissed her temping lips."

Camila sobs, trying to interrupt, but I raise my hand to silence her.

"Don't be embarrassed, bookworm. You were amazing. The way you kissed me back. The little gasps and moans you made when my hands wandered under that sexy dress of yours."

Elio tries to pull her away, but I block his path.

"She was so wet for me, brother. I barely had to touch her before she was begging me to make her come. I tasted her sweet little cunt and made her come on my face. So damn delicious, but you wouldn't know because you've been playing the long game." I grin wickedly. "Was it as good for you as for me, Camila?"

Camila turns away, unable to meet my eyes. Elio shakes with barely controlled rage.

I clap him on the shoulder. "Don't feel bad, brother. You'll get your turn with her soon enough. But I had to be the first to taste that tight virgin p-"

Elio cuts me off as his fist connects with my jaw in a burst of pain and stars. I laugh through the blood in my mouth, continuing to goad him. "Come on, is that all you've got?"

But Elio pulls Camila away, his eyes dark with fury. "Shut up, Ren."

I spit blood into the kitchen sink, the metallic taste coating my tongue. Turning on the faucet, I watch the crimson swirls disappear down the drain. My jaw throbs where Elio's fist connected, but the pain only fuels my heady desire.

Dante's voice cuts through the silence. "You were out of line, Ren."

I glance over my shoulder, meeting his disapproving gaze. "I don't give a damn what you think. Camila's as much mine as she is Elio's. He already knew I ate her out, so it wasn't exactly a revelation."

Dante shakes his head, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. "This isn't a game. You can't just play with her like that."

I scoff, turning to face him fully. "Oh, spare me the lecture. You're just jealous because you haven't tasted her yet."

Dante's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching. "That's not what this is about, and you know it. We have a job to do, and you're letting your dick get in the way."

I step closer to him. "You're the one who fucked it up, talking about the plan while our girl is in the fucking apartment. So don't you dare lecture me, got it?"

Dante holds my gaze for a moment, his eyes searching mine. Finally, he sighs, shaking his head. "You're right, but what happens now?"

"Now, we do what we should have done from the start," Elio says.

We both turn to face him.

"What's that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at Elio.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "We should have blackmailed Camila from the start. It would have saved her feelings."

I can't help but laugh. "It would have saved yours, too, brother."

Elio's eyes flash with fury, and he steps toward me, his fists clenched at his sides. I brace myself for another punch, but Dante steps between us, his hands raised placatingly.

"Enough, both of you," he says, his voice firm. "Fighting each other isn't going to solve anything."

I smirk, leaning back against the counter. "Oh, come on, Dante. You know Elio's just jealous because I got to taste Camila's sweet little-"

"Shut the fuck up, Ren," Elio growls, his voice low and dangerous.

I hold up my hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just stating the facts. But I have good news."

Dante sighs. "What's that?"

I rake a hand through my hair. "We've got our key to the Nexus now. All we need to do is get her to submit to the three of us and bring her to the initiation ceDanteny."

I can see the conflict in Elio's eyes as he processes my words. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face, and he approaches me. "That's all we have to do to get in?" he confirms.

I shrug. "It wasn't clear, but that's the start of it." Moving around Dante, I stand before my brother with my hands on his shoulders. "Think about it," I continue. "The four of us together. She's so innocent and pure. Just imagine the look on her face when we all take her at the same time."

Elio's eyes darken with lust at my words. I've got him fully on board now. "She'll be helpless between us," he says, his voice rough. "Ours to play with however we want."

I nod, clapping him on the shoulder. "Exactly. We'll teach her everything and show her levels of pleasure she's never dreamed of."

Elio grins, pulling me into a brotherly embrace. "I must admit, the idea of sharing her with you two has turned me on like crazy." His expression turns serious for a moment. "But her first time is still mine. You got her off, but I get to pop her cherry."

I laugh and shake my head in amusement. "Sure, sure. You can take her V-card. I've already had a taste of that tight little pussy. I can wait a bit longer to be inside it."

Elio smirks and nods in agreement.

Dante clears his throat. "And when exactly do I get a taste?"

I turn to Dante, a smirk playing on my lips. "Don't worry, Dante. You'll get your turn with her, too. That was always part of the plan, remember?"

Dante nods, but I can see the impatience in his eyes. He wants Camila just as badly as Elio and I do.

"Look, once she's had two cocks at the same time, persuading her to take a third won't be too hard," I say, my voice confident. "But you're going to have to be a little more patient while we ease her into it."

Dante frowns, clearly not thrilled with the idea of waiting. "How long are we talking?"

I shrug, leaning back against the counter and crossing my arms over my chest. "As long as it takes," I say firmly. "Camila knows our plan now, but that doesn't mean we still can't get her addicted to us. Once she's hooked on the pleasure we can give her, she'll agree to be our slave so we can join the Nexus and then we'll use her as a spy for the family business."

Dante frowns. "But how long will that take? Days? Weeks?"

"However long it takes," I repeat. "Hooking our bookworm will require patience and skill. We need to make her crave us, desire us so badly she can't resist. It's a delicate game, but we can win if we play it right." I smirk, confidence radiating from me. "Just leave it to me, Dante. I know how to get inside a woman's head. Camila will be begging for us soon enough."

Elio nods in agreement, his expression serious. "Ren's right. We must ensure she's completely comfortable with the two of us before we bring you into the mix."

I can see the frustration in Dante's eyes, but he knows we're right. Pushing Camila too far, too fast, will only backfire.

"Fine," he says, his jaw clenched. "But don't make me wait too long. I've been dreaming about that tight little body of hers for weeks now."

I laugh, clapping him on the shoulder. "Patience. Good things come to those who wait."

Elio and I exchange a knowing look, both of us already imagining all the deliciously depraved things we're going to do to Camila now that we have her right where we want her.