27. Dante

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As she reads, I sit beside Camila on the quad, my hand resting casually on her thigh. She tenses under my touch, and I can't help but smirk.

I lean in close, my breath tickling her ear. "Have you thought about that day in the bathroom, tesoro?" I murmur, my voice low and seductive. "When you moaned about having three cocks inside you?"

Camila's cheeks flush, and she bites her lip, avoiding my gaze.

I caught Ren and Elio making her come in the library earlier, and I watched her climax with my dick harder than fucking nails. Trailing my fingers up her thigh, I chuckle. "I know you want us, Camila. All of us. Elio, Renzo, and me. You crave the pleasure we can give you."

She squirms, her breathing quickening. "Dante, I..." She trails off, unable to find the words.

I cup her chin, tilting her face toward mine. "It's okay, tesoro. You don't have to be ashamed. We all want you. And we'll take good care of you, I promise."

Camila's eyes flutter closed as I lean in, my lips brushing against hers. She whimpers softly, and I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers. I can feel her melting into me, her body responding to my touch.

I pull back, smiling at the dazed look on her face. "Think about it, Camila. You could have all three of us worshipping your body, giving you pleasure like you've never known before."

She swallows hard, her eyes darkening with desire. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Of course," I say, smiling. "We can talk about anything you want."

She looks at me curiously. "How long have you known Renzo and Elio?"

I lean back on the bench, stretching my arm along the backrest behind her. "All my life, really. My father is their father's capo. We practically grew up together."

She nods, processing this information. "Do you ever feel resentful over their position in the mafia? I mean, they're the heirs, and you're..."

I chuckle, shaking my head. "No, I don't. They're my best friends. I know my place, and I'm content with it."

She frowns. "But don't you ever want more? To be in charge, to have that kind of power?"

I shrug, meeting her gaze. It's Elio and Ren who love power trips. "I have power, just in a different way. Elio and Renzo trust me. They rely on me. That's worth more than any title or position."

Camila looks at me, her expression softening. "You really care about them, don't you?"

I nod, my hand finding hers on the bench. "I do. Renzo and Elio are like brothers to me. We've been through a lot together, and I know they'll always have my back."

She squeezes my hand, and I feel something twist in my chest. This girl is really special. "That's really sweet, Dante. I'm glad you have that kind of friendship."

I grin, pulling her closer. "And now, we've got you to make the perfect foursome, tesoro. Whether you like it or not, you're a part of this now."

Camila blushes, her eyes darting away. "That just seems too crazy. Why would you guys want to share me? You could each have your own girl."

I smile at Camila, understanding her confusion. "I know it may seem crazy, Tesoro, but this is how Elio and Renzo like doing things. Elio, Renzo, and I, we've always been close. Sharing a girl between the three of us, it's not new for us."

Her mouth falls open slightly. "You've done this before? Ren said he'd shared with Elio, but not…"

I nod, my hand squeezing hers gently. "Not like this, though. Never anything serious. With you, Camila, it feels different."

"Why, because you guys have kidnapped me?" she asks sarcastically.

I arch a brow. "That could be part of it." I laugh. "No, seriously. Elio and Renzo are crazy about you."

She grinds her teeth. "It's not like I can be happy about this, not when it's not my choice. They want me to spill my guts about my family."

I gaze at Camila, sensing her inner turmoil. I know she's struggling with being with all three of us, but I also know that deep down, she wants it.

"Camila," I say softly, my hand resting on her knee. "I know this isn't what you planned, and it's not ideal. But trust me when I say that Elio and Renzo want more than just information from you."

She looks at me skeptically, her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

I lean in closer, my voice low and conspiratorial. "They want you, Camila. All of you. Your body, your mind, your heart. They're crazy about you and want to make you feel good in ways you never imagined possible."

Her cheeks flush, and I can see the desire in her eyes, even as she tries to hide it. "I don't believe that. They got close to me because their father told them to."

I nod. "I know. But think about it. How often will you get the chance to have three men completely devoted to your pleasure? To have us worship your body and make you feel like a goddess?"

She bites her lip, and I can tell she's considering my words. "Even when those men manipulated me and played with my heart?"

I arch a brow. "It's up to you, but you have an opportunity here. You should take it." I move my hand higher up her thigh.

"How did we get back onto this subject?" she asks.

I laugh. "Must be on your mind."

She shakes her head. "Talk to me about your interests outside of work. What do you do for fun?"

I smile at Camila, appreciating her interest in getting to know me better. "Well, when I'm not working, I enjoy a good poker game with the guys. There's something thrilling about the strategy and the gamble."

She nods, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Are you any good?"

I chuckle, leaning back on the bench. "I hold my own. Elio's the real shark, though. He's got a killer poker face."

Camila laughs. "I can imagine. He seems to keep his cards close to his chest."

"That's Elio for you," I agree, grinning. "But enough about him. What about you, Camila? What do you like to do in your free time?"

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, considering my question. "I love to read. I can get lost in a good book for hours."

I tilt my head, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What's your favorite genre?"

"Classic literature," she replies, her eyes lighting up. "There's something so timeless and beautiful about the language and the stories."

I nod, impressed. "That's very cultured of you, tesoro. I'm more of a non-fiction guy myself. I like reading about history and politics."

She raises her eyebrows, surprised. "Really? I wouldn't have guessed that."

I shrug, smiling. "There's a lot you don't know about me yet. But I'm an open book. All you have to do is ask."

She returns my smile, her eyes warm and inviting. "I'll keep that in mind."

We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company. I can't help but marvel at how easy it is to talk to my tesoro and how natural it feels to share these little pieces of myself.

"Do you have any other hobbies?" she asks, breaking the silence.

I nod, stretching my legs out in front of me. "I like to work out and stay in shape. It helps me clear my head and stay focused."

She gives me an appreciative once-over. "I can tell. You look like you take good care of yourself."

I grin, flexing my bicep playfully. "You're not so bad yourself."

She blushes, swatting at my arm. "Stop it, you're making me self-conscious."

I laugh, shaking my head. "You have nothing to be self-conscious about. You're stunning, inside and out."

As she smiles at me, I can't help but feel a twinge of something in my chest, a feeling I'm not quite sure how to name.

This girl is supposed to be just a means to an end—a target, a source of information that we need to take down her family's cartel. But somehow, she's becoming more than that.

I see the way Elio looks at her and his eyes soften when she's around. And Renzo, for all his bravado and aggression, I know he's just as drawn to her as the rest of us.

It's dangerous, these feelings. In our world, emotions are a liability. They make you weak and vulnerable. And yet, I can't seem to shake them when it comes to Camila.

There's something about her, a light that shines through despite the darkness surrounding her. She's innocent, untouched by the violence and corruption we're accustomed to. And yet, she's strong.

I know we're supposed to be using her, manipulating her for our own gain. But the more time I spend with her, the harder it is to see her as a pawn in our game. I find myself wanting to protect her, to shield her from the ugliness of our world. And I know Elio and Renzo feel the same way, even if they're too proud to admit it.

We're playing a dangerous game, the three of us. We're risking everything, not just our mission but our hearts. And I'm not sure if we're prepared for the consequences.