24. Dante

24

Istorm into the kitchen, feeling irritated by last night's events. Everything has gone to shit, and I know I'm partially to blame for it. But Elio was taking too long, playing house with the girl.

My footsteps falter at the sight before me. Camila stands by the stove in one of Elio's shirts, stirring a pot of oatmeal. The sight sends a jolt of arousal through me. I'll have her soon enough. If her moans and cries last night are anything to go by, she fucking loved having two dicks. And that means she'll love adding another into the mix.

Camila is attractive, that's for sure. Her dark hair is tousled, and her tanned skin glows in the morning light. She's fucking radiant this morning. I can't deny that a part of me felt jealous lying in bed next door, listening to her scream Elio and Renzo's names.

Camila turns around and gasps. "Oh my God," she exclaims, touching her chest. "I didn't know you were there."

I tilt my head slightly, struggling to keep my eyes off of her tits. Clearly, she's unaware of how visible her nipples are through the white fabric of Elio's shirt.

"Good morning," I murmur, glancing around the kitchen.

"Morning," she says, her voice soft. "Want some breakfast?"

I grunt in response. "Where are they?"

"Elio and Renzo?" she asks, setting the spoon down and leaning against the counter. "They had to go out."

They're not here, leaving their princess unguarded and alone with a beast. "So, it's just us then?" I ask, my voice low. "I think I will have some breakfast."

Her smile is uneasy but still beautiful as she moves back to stir the oatmeal.

I step closer, my gaze lingering on her ass. Leaning against the counter, I cross my arms over my chest. "I never thought Elio would go for someone like you."

Her brows furrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I shrug, a smirk playing on my lips. "You're not Elio's usual type. Too innocent."

She scoffs, turning back to the stove. "You don't know anything about me."

I chuckle, moving to stand behind her. "I know enough. I know you're a virgin. Or were, before last night."

She stiffens, her hand pausing mid-stir. "They told you that?"

I place my hands on the counter, caging her in. "They tell me everything, tesoro."

She whirls around, her eyes blazing. "Don't call me that. You don't get to call me that."

I raise an eyebrow, amused by her defiance. "Feisty. I like that."

She tries to push past me, but I don't budge. "Let me go, Dante."

I tilt my head, studying her face. "Why? So you can run back to Elio? Or maybe Renzo?"

She flushes, her eyes darting away. "I'm not running anywhere. I just want to eat my breakfast in peace."

I lean in closer, my lips brushing her ear. "Peace is overrated, tesoro. Embrace the chaos."

She shivers, her breath hitching. "Dante, please."

I pull back, smirking at her flushed face. "Please, what, Camila?"

She bites her lip, her eyes meeting mine. "Please, just let me go."

I step back, holding my hands up in mock surrender. "As you wish."

She brushes past me, her shoulder bumping mine. I watch as she sits at the table with a bowl of oatmeal, her movements stiff and jerky.

I pour myself a cup of coffee, leaning against the counter as I sip it. Taking a seat across from Camila, my eyes never leave her face. She shifts uncomfortably under my gaze, her spoon clinking against the bowl.

I lean back in my chair. "How was your night with Elio and Renzo?"

She nearly chokes on her oatmeal, her eyes widening. "Excuse me?"

I chuckle, taking another sip of my coffee. "Don't play coy, tesoro. I heard you screaming their names all night long."

She flushes a deep red, her eyes darting away. "That's none of your business."

I lean forward, my elbows resting on the table. "Oh, but it is. You see, Camila, you're not just Elio and Renzo's plaything. You're mine too."

Her eyes snap back to mine, a mix of fear and anger swirling in their depths. "I don't belong to anyone, least of all you."

I smirk, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She flinches away from my touch, but I don't let that deter me. "You keep telling yourself that, princess. But we both know the truth. Renzo told you he shares with his brother, but they share with me, too. You're ours now, body and soul."

She stands abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "I'm not having this conversation."

I watch as she dumps her half-eaten oatmeal in the sink, my mind wandering to everything I want to do to her. I imagine her beneath me, her legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into her tight heat. I picture her mouth on my cock, her big brown eyes looking up at me as she takes me deep into her throat.

I adjust myself discreetly, my cock hardening. Soon, I'll have my chance with her. Elio and Renzo may have had her first, but I'll make sure she never forgets me.

And since those idiots aren't here right now, I intend to make the most of it—torture her and prepare her for what's to come. If we're going to join the Nexus, she has to comply. Finishing my coffee, I stand and follow her down the hallway to Elio's room. For a moment, I wait, listening to hear if she's moving around inside.

There's no sound. So, I knock twice, waiting for her to answer. After a few moments, there's no sound, so I let myself in. The scent of sex is heavy in the room, making my cock swell harder.

The sound of running water becomes audible as I realize she's in the shower of the adjoining bathroom. Moving toward the open door, my heart races. It's my chance to see how tempting she is naked.

Once I get to the door, my cock leaps in my pants at the sight of her. Her body is a symphony of curves, and her skin is like silk against the water.

Camila is so fucking beautiful. Her dark hair is a tangle of damp locks, framing her face as she leans back against the wall. Her eyes are closed, and she's moving her hands down her body, touching her tight little cunt with a consistent rhythm.

A breathy moan escapes her lips as she slips her fingers inside herself. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, stroking it as I watch her. Her hips arch forward, her movements becoming more urgent. I watch, my breath catching in my throat as she pushes herself toward her release.

I want to be the one to touch her like that, to bring her to that edge and then push her over. I want to see those big brown eyes roll back in ecstasy as I breed that tight little cunt with cum.

The ache in my balls grows more insistent as I watch her tits jiggle while she moves her fingers in and out of her cunt. Considering she was a virgin and Elio and Renzo are by no means small in the dick department, I'm surprised she's not sore. Desperate to see her more clearly, I inch open the door with a soft creek. Camila is too wrapped up in her pleasure to notice as I stand in the doorway, stroking my cock.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she moans, back arching as her breathing becomes more labored. "I want all of them. Three cocks filling me," she groans, followed by another breathy moan.

I smirk, knowing that my suggestion has turned her on. That's why she ran in here, ready to get herself off, because she wants the three of us. My cock leaks on the floor as I quicken my movements, jerking myself off harder.

"Oh God, yes!" Camila cries out, her body jerking as she comes.

And it's all it takes to send me over the edge, too. My release is so violent that I can't help but grunt. Camila's eyes snap open at the sound, and she quickly pulls her fingers out of her pussy, covering her perfect tits. And then I notice the way her eyes drop to my dick, lips parting slightly as if she's thinking about sucking it.

I smirk. "No use covering yourself up now, tesoro. I've been watching you for a while." Tilting my head, I tuck my still semi-hard cock back into my pants. "And I heard you beg for three dicks like the dirty little slut I knew you were."

Her eyes flash with anger then. "Get the fuck out, Dante," she demands.

I arch a brow. "Or what?"

"Or I'll tell Elio and Renzo you were watching me against my will."

That makes me laugh. "They won't care because they want to share you with me."

Her eyes narrow. "You're lying."

I step closer to the shower, eyes fixed on hers. "No, I'm not. And I heard you. You want all three of us to use you, don't you, tesoro?"

She flushes, her eyes darting away. "No," she whispers.

I stop before the shower door, placing my hand on it. "Don't lie, tesoro. I know you want all of us inside you."

She flinches but doesn't deny it.

I chuckle. "Admit it to me, baby," I demand.

Her blush deepens, but she doesn't look away. "Maybe."

I nod, satisfied with her answer. "Good girl. Now, describe to me what you were just fantasizing about."

She hesitates, but then she takes a deep breath and looks me straight in the eyes. "I was imaging you were fucking me while Renzo and Elio watched."

My smirk widens. "And?"

She bites her lip, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then Elio fucked me while you and Renzo watched."

I nod again, my cock hard again despite the fact I just came. "And Renzo?"

She shakes her head, her eyes wide with fear and a hint of excitement. "Not him."

I chuckle. "Why not?"

She flushes, her voice barely audible. "He scares me."

Camila has the sense to be scared of Renzo. She doesn't understand the extent of his depravity. If he had her alone, he'd cut her and relish in watching her bleed. Whenever we play together, he keeps those fucked up urges on a leash, but I've seen the carnage firsthand of what happens when he has a girl to himself.

"Good girl. You're learning fast. Now, tell me what you were really imagining."

She hesitates, biting her bottom lip. But then she takes a deep breath and looks me straight in the eyes, a flicker of determination in them. "I was imagining all three of you fucking me at once."

"Fuck," I breathe, running a hand through my hair. "And that's exactly what you'll get if you're good and patient." It's hell to turn my back on her. "Now get dressed and pretend this never happened. Renzo and Elio will be home soon."

I shut the bathroom door behind me, my heart pounding. The image of Camila naked and touching herself is seared into my brain. Fuck, she's even hotter than I imagined. And hearing her admit that she wants all three of us, that she fantasizes about getting fucked by me and my friends...shit, it makes me rock hard just thinking about it.

Part of me knows this is fucked up. We're using her, and she knows it. But I can't get her moans or the sight of her perfect tits out of my head. And knowing she wants me too, despite trying to resist? It's intoxicating. It makes me want to march right back in there, rip the shower door open, and bury myself inside her tight little cunt.

But I can't—not yet, anyway. Elio and Ren were clear—they get her first. And as much as I want her right now, I'm not stupid enough to cross them like that. Going behind their backs to watch her was risky enough.

God, I can't wait to be inside her. To feel that tight little cunt squeezing my cock. To hear her cry out as I make her come again and again. It's gonna be so fucking good. She'll be an addiction—one taste, and I'll be hooked. I'll always want her, every way I can take her. And if her dream is to have all three of us? Well, then, I'll make sure her dreams come true.

For now, though, I need to put those thoughts aside. Camila will be out any minute, and I need to act normal. Pretend I didn't just see every inch of that smoking hot body. It'll be tough, but I'm used to hiding what I think. Years of working for the family have made me an expert at keeping secrets and biding my time. So I'll wait and watch until it's my turn to claim her. She has no idea what she's in for. But she'll find out soon enough.