26. Camila

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I've got to play this smart. Dante thinks I want him. Elio and Renzo think I'm hooked on them. They're getting the idea that I'm willing to be here. Willing to be their little sex toy, but I'm not.

While I enjoyed it on a physical level, I'm not that desperate. It's been five days since they stole me away from my room and locked me in their apartment—five days of them escorting me to my classes or lunch. Lucia, Maeve, and Emily just assume I'm loved up with Elio, so I'm hardly around. And since one of the boys is always with me when I'm with them, I've been unable to set them straight.

Instead, I'm biding my time, waiting for them to slip up before I make my escape. They think I'm going to give them intel on my family, but the problem is I've got nothing.

It's been at least a year since I last saw my father. He tells me nothing, and Mom knows as much as me, which is zero. What will happen once they realize their entire plan is flawed?

Will they go after Sergio next?

I can't let that happen. Escape is the only chance, and once I do escape, I will go to Sergio and warn him.

I glance up at Elio, his dark eyes boring into mine. The library, my sanctuary, feels tainted by his presence. The musty smell of books mingles with his cologne, a scent I once found intoxicating.

"What is it?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Elio leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You seem distracted, princess. Is there something on your mind?"

I force a smile, my cheeks aching with the effort. "Just thinking about our date tonight. I can't wait to spend some alone time with you."

The words taste bitter on my tongue, but I know I have to play along. If Elio suspects I'm not fully under his spell, he'll never let his guard down long enough for me to escape.

Elio smirks, his hand sliding up my thigh beneath the table. "I can't wait either, princess. We're going to have so much fun together."

I fight the urge to recoil from his touch, instead leaning into him and batting my eyelashes. "I'm all yours, Elio. Forever and always."

The lie burns in my throat, but I force it out anyway. I have to make Elio believe I'm happy and want to be with him and his twisted brother. It's the only way I'll ever have a chance at freedom.

Elio's eyes darken with desire, and he presses a kiss to my neck. "That's my girl," he murmurs, his voice low and possessive. "But you forgot to say you're all ours. What about Ren? You love having him choke you with his dick, don't you?"

I close my eyes, imagining myself far away from this place and from Elio and Ren and their cruel games. One day, I'll be free. But for now, I'll play my part and bide my time, waiting for the perfect moment to make my escape.

Renzo's hand slides up my other thigh, his fingers brushing against the hem of my skirt. I inhale sharply, my body betraying me as heat pools between my legs. I hate myself for reacting this way, for allowing them to have this power over me. "Admit it, bookworm. Two cocks are better than one."

I try to pull away, but Elio's grip on my thigh tightens, holding me in place. "No moving, princess. Let Ren touch your tight little cunt. After all, he's going to be the one to fuck it tonight after I take you out."

My breath catches in my throat as Elio's words force a wave of unwanted desire through my body. I try to steel myself to resist their manipulations, but my body betrays me.

Renzo's fingers creep higher, brushing over the thin fabric of my underwear. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, hating the way my hips arch into his touch. Elio's hand tightens on my thigh in warning, his eyes boring into mine.

"That didn't sound like an admission, princess," he growls. "Tell us how much you want it. How much you want both of us inside you."

I shake my head weakly, but the heat building between my legs makes it hard to deny. Elio's thumb strokes over my inner thigh, and I shiver.

"I-I can't," I whimper, even as my thighs spread wider beneath the table.

Renzo chuckles darkly. "I think you can, bookworm. Your pussy is practically dripping for us."

My heart races, and I glance around the library, praying that no one is watching us. "Please," I whisper, my voice trembling. "Not here. Someone might see."

Elio chuckles, his hand sliding higher. "No one's going to see, princess. And even if they did, who cares? You belong to us now."

Renzo's eyes glint with mischief, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against my cheek. "Why wait until tonight when your cunt is so needy right now? We can have some fun right here."

His words make me flush with shame. I know I should resist, should push them away, but some sick part of me craves their twisted attention.

Elio's lips brush my ear as he whispers all the filthy things they're going to do to me. My eyes flutter closed, and I feel myself getting wetter, my resolve crumbling.

"Please," I gasp softly, the word slipping out before I can stop.

The brothers share a wicked grin, knowing they've got me right where they want me.

I swallow hard, my mouth dry. I should fight back and scream for help, but my body won't cooperate. Instead, I find myself leaning into their touch, my skin tingling with desire.

Renzo's hand joins Elio's, both of them caressing my thighs, inching closer and closer to my pussy. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

"That's it, baby," Renzo murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "Just relax and let us take care of you."

I want to resist, to push them away and run, but I can't. My body craves their touch, even as my mind screams to escape. I'm trapped between my desire and the knowledge that I'm playing a dangerous game.

Elio's hand slips beneath my skirt, his fingers brushing against my panties. I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Please," I whimper, unsure what I'm begging for anymore.

Renzo grins, his hand joining Elio's beneath my skirt. "Don't worry, princess. We'll give you exactly what you need."

I bite my lip, stifling a moan as Elio and Renzo's fingers slide inside me. We're in the far back corner of the library, hidden between the stacks, but I'm terrified someone will hear us.

Renzo clamps his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure. His touch is rough and controlling, but it only intensifies my arousal. I feel deliciously naughty, letting them have their way with me in this public place.

Elio's fingers curl inside me, stroking that sensitive spot that makes my hips buck. I whimper against Renzo's hand, my eyes rolling back. He adds another finger, stretching me, preparing me for more.

My back arches off the chair as they finger me in tandem, their movements synchronized. I've never felt anything like this before, never imagined such intoxicating pleasure was possible.

My body shakes, heat pooling low in my belly. I'm close, so close to release. And then Dante appears, sitting opposite me, his dark eyes watching. "What do we have here?"

Every nerve ending in my body lights on fire in the presence of all three of them. Dante may not have touched me yet, but the look he gives me feels like fingers darting across my skin.

I groan behind Renzo's hand. My breath comes in ragged gasps as Renzo's and Elio's fingers continue their relentless pace between my legs. Dante's eyes burn into mine, filled with dark desire.

"You like that, don't you, bookworm?" Ren growls, "you like having me and my brother finger you in the middle of the library at the same time. You're such a naughty girl."

I whimper and squirm in the chair, heat flooding my cheeks. But I can't deny the coil of arousal building inside me.

Renzo leans in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Just imagine what else we could do to you together," he murmurs. "All the ways we give you pleasure."

I bite my lip, holding back a wanton moan. Elio's fingers curl inside me again, and I arch my back, pleasure shooting through my core.

Renzo increases the pace. "Tell me how much you want us to fuck you senseless." He pulls his hand from my mouth.

"Yes," I gasp, my inhibitions crumbling. "I want you to fuck me so bad."

Renzo grins wickedly. "I knew you did, you dirty girl. Don't worry, you'll get what you want in the end."

His words make me ache with need. I'm shocked at how much my body craves their touch, even as my mind recoils.

Dante watches us intently, palming himself through his jeans. "I think she wants more," he says with a smirk.

Renzo looks back at him. "Don't worry. We're going to service her really well. She'll walk funny for days after we're done."

They laugh as I shudder, imagining being at their mercy. I'm too far gone, drunk on the dangerous pleasure they offer.

So I surrender, allowing them to use my body however they wish. My only coherent thought is how I'll do anything to feel this ecstasy again and again... My orgasm is so close, and Elio senses it, quickening his pace while Renzo rubs tight circles over my clit.

I come undone between them, my climax rolling through me in powerful waves. Dante groans as he watches. I cry out, but Elio is the one to muffle it this time, clamping his free hand over my mouth. My inner walls clench around his fingers as euphoria crashes over me.

They continue their ministrations, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until I'm spent, limp, and trembling. Slowly, they withdraw their hands, leaving me empty and aching for more.

And I watch as both brothers suck their fingers clean, tasting my arousal.

Dante groans. "I bet she tastes fucking sweet, right, boys?"

They both nod in response.

I should be ashamed of letting them use me like their personal toy. But I can't deny that I'm addicted to their touch, craving the next hit even as I know it could destroy me.

Then I remember my end game. For now, I'll play their game. I'll be the perfect princess they want me to be. But when they least expect it, I'll make my escape. I have to believe that, or else this twisted fantasy they're weaving will become impossible to leave.