33. Dante

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Ienter the apartment, my footsteps faltering as I take in the scene before me. Camila is sprawled across the couch, naked and writhing, her face a mask of ecstasy. Elio and Renzo flank her on either side, their bodies glistening with sweat as they claim her in the most primal way.

Renzo grips Camila's hips, slamming his thick cock into her tight ass with punishing strokes. "Take it, baby," he growls, the muscles in his tattooed arms flexing with the force of his thrusts. "You were made for this."

Camila whimpers, as Elio buries his face between her breasts, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh as he drives into her soaked pussy.

"That's it, princess," he pants against her skin. "Give in to us."

I can only watch, transfixed, as they use her body for their twisted pleasure. Her back arches while Renzo's cock stretches her ass to the limit. Elio's hand snakes between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight circles until she's keening with pleasure.

Part of me wants to look away, to preserve some shred of innocence. But a deeper, darker part is captivated by the raw carnality on display. My cock has never been harder as I rub a hand across the bulge in my pants. By the sight of this woman, once so proud and aloof, now reduced to a whimpering receptacle for their lust.

I freeze as Renzo's eyes meet mine, his smirk widening.

"Get your cock out, Dante," he commands. "Our little slut needs something to suck on."

My heart pounds as I approach slowly. Camila looks up at me, her eyes glazed with lust. I unzip my pants, my throbbing erection springing free. I move toward the sofa and get into a position so that she can still be fucked by both Ren and Elio but where she can get her lips around my dick.

"That's it," Renzo purrs. "Take him into your mouth like a good girl."

Camila obeys instantly, opening her mouth wide. I groan as her tongue darts out, licking the bead of precum from my tip before sucking me into her warm, wet mouth.

My head falls back as she bobs up and down, taking me deeper with each pass. I grip her hair, guiding her pace as the brothers continue pounding into her in both holes. Camila moans around my cock, the vibrations shooting through me.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," I grit out through clenched teeth.

Renzo's dark chuckle fills the room. "I told you she was made for this. Our perfect little fuck toy."

Camila whimpers in agreement, the sound muffled by my throbbing length. She looks up at me with those big doe eyes, tears gathering at the corners as I hit the back of her throat. The depravity of using her like this has me hurtling toward the edge at a dangerous speed.

I watch as Renzo and Elio continue their rhythmic thrusting, their cocks sliding in and out of Camila's holes in perfect synchronicity. Her moans of pleasure fill the room as they fuck her relentlessly, the lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingling with her cries.

Renzo grips Camila's hips, angling her ass up to take the full length of his thick shaft. Each deep stroke makes her whimper and clench around him, her body accepting the intrusion greedily.

Camila is sandwiched between them, utterly overwhelmed by the dual sensations of being filled so completely. And all the while, she services my cock with her throat like she made for it.

"That's it, princess," Elio growls against her lips. "Take all three of us."

Renzo reaches around to tease her clit, his fingers moving in fast circles. The added stimulation has Camila crying out, writhing between them as the pressure builds.

"Come for us," Renzo commands, punctuating his words with a sharp slap to her ass.

The sting pushes her over the edge, and she shatters, her orgasm crashing through her.

Renzo keeps pounding into her spasming ass, chasing his own release. His thrusts grow more urgent, more primal, as her orgasm triggers his. With a final brutal snap of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt and comes deep in her ass with a feral shout.

Elio follows close behind. He spills inside her with a low groan, his forehead pressed to her chest.

I watch as Renzo and Elio reach their peak, spilling inside Camila from both ends. The lewd display sends me hurtling toward my own release.

"I'm gonna come," I warn her, my voice strained.

Camila meets my gaze, her eyes burning with desire. She takes me as deep as she can, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard.

My orgasm hits me like a freight train. I cry out, fisting my hands in her hair to keep her in place as I start to pulse down her throat.

"Swallow every fucking drop," I snarl.

Camila obeys, her tongue working the sensitive underside of my cock as I fill her mouth again and again with rope after rope of hot cum.

I'm lost in euphoria, my head spinning from the intensity. Camila continues to milk me expertly, taking everything I give her.

When the last tDanters subside, I release my grip on her hair. Camila lets me slip from her mouth, her lips swollen and slick with spit and cum.

I stare down at her, a swell of possessiveness rising in my chest at the sight of this beautiful, broken girl speared on both ends by my two best friends. The evidence of my claim streaked across her skin.

Ours, I think.

Camila meets my gaze again, her expression dazed but content. Like she was made to be used and claimed by the three of us, over and over.

As I tuck myself back into my pants, the reality of what just happened starts to sink in. There's no going back now. We've crossed a line and claimed this girl's body and soul. The thought terrifies and thrills me in equal measure.

One thing is certain, our lives will never be the same.

Ren clears his throat. "I think our slut is ready. Ready to submit to us and help us join the Nexus." He pulls out of her ass and groans when he looks at it gaping wide. "And all in perfect time. The deadline is tomorrow, and we're going to the initiation meeting. All four of us."

Part of me knows I should put a stop to this. That we've gone too far in using and manipulating this girl. But another part is undeniably aroused, my body charged with illicit excitement at the sight of Camila being claimed so thoroughly.

I think of tomorrow's meeting and what it will mean for us if we bring Camila into the fold. The doors it will open, the power and influence we'll gain. I can't deny the allure.

But at what cost? We've broken something in this girl, cracked open her innocence in the cruelest way. I know Renzo doesn't care. He loves nothing more than corrupting beauty. And Elio is too focused on the end goal to consider what we're destroying along the way.

Only I seem troubled by the shift in Camila's eyes, the part of her that's slipping away with each depraved act. She's given herself over completely, allowing us to use her body however we wish. I know I should stop this, but the temptation is too great.

I can't wait for tomorrow, to present her to the Nexus and claim what is ours. But even as excitement courses through me, a sliver of doubt remains. Wondering if we've damned ourselves in the process of getting everything we ever wanted.

My thoughts churn, but I stay silent. Simply watching as Elio and Renzo kiss Camila like hungry animals ready for more. Tomorrow will change everything, for better or worse. All I can do now is brace myself and hope there are no regrets.