43. Elio

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Camila sits beside me in the back of our car, staring out the window.

Her brother is somewhere safe, away from Columbia University. He didn't like the idea of them splitting up, but it's necessary to trick Dad into thinking we're on his side.

I study Camila's profile as she gazes out the window, her brow furrowed in thought. "What's on your mind?" I ask softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

She turns to me, her dark eyes filled with uncertainty. "I don't understand," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you helping me against your own father?"

I sigh, leaning back against the leather seat. "Our father is treating us like idiots. He's been lying to us, manipulating us." My jaw clenches as anger bubbles up inside me. "We won't stand for it anymore."

Camila searches my face, trying to read my intentions.

I meet her gaze steadily, willing her to trust me. "We intend to take him down a few pegs," I continue, my voice low and determined. "He needs to learn that he can't control us."

She nods slowly, processing my words. "But what about the consequences?" she asks, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. "Won't your father retaliate?"

I reach out, taking her hand in mine. "Let me worry about that, princess," I assure her, my thumb tracing circles on her soft skin.

Camila bites her lower lip.

I lean in closer, my breath ghosting over her ear. "Trust me, Camila," I murmur, my voice low and seductive. "I won't let anything happen to you. When I found out you were gone, it killed me, baby girl." I press my thumb over her lip and brush it tenderly. "I'm sorry for the way we treated you. But you must know, I always wanted you more than anyone I've ever wanted."

She shivers at my proximity, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. There's a new resolve in their depths when she opens them again. "Okay," she whispers. "I'll try to trust you, even though it's hard."

I smile, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "Good girl," I praise, pulling her closer to me. "We're in this together now."

Renzo clears his throat. "All four of us, right, bookworm?"

She shudders, and her eyes move to Dante, who's watching her darkly.

Dante tilts his head. "I won't rush you, tesoro. But I want my turn, too." He winks. "With or without these two fuckers."

I shake my head, glancing over at Renzo. "So, how are we going to handle this?" I ask. "Sharing Camila, I mean."

Renzo grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I say we take her at the same time," he suggests. "You know she wants it, the little slut."

Dante chuckles, leaning back in his seat. "I'm game," he agrees, his gaze drifting over Camila's body. "I bet she'd love to have all three of us inside her at the same time, stretching her out."

I nod, my cock twitching at the thought. "We could take turns," I muse, my hand sliding up Camila's thigh. "One in her pussy, one in her ass, and one in her mouth."

Camila's breath hitches, and she squirms beneath my touch. But then, to my surprise, she speaks up. "Excuse me," she says, her voice firm and unyielding. "I'm done being dictated to if we're doing this."

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden assertiveness.

"I'm a person," Camila continues, her eyes flashing with determination. "And I have a say in who I'm with and when."

I can't help but find her newfound confidence incredibly sexy. Gently I trail my fingers higher up her thigh.

Renzo laughs, clearly amused by Camila's outburst. "Looks like our little bookworm has grown a backbone."

Dante, on the other hand, remains silent. But I can see how his eyes darken, a hungry expression crossing his face. I know that look all too well - he likes a girl who takes charge sometimes.

I raise an eyebrow at Camila's bold statement, a smirk on my lips. "Is that so, princess?" I drawl, leaning back in my seat. "You think you can call the shots now?"

Camila meets my gaze, her eyes blazing. "I know what I want," she declares, her voice steady despite the slight tDanter in her hands. "And I'm not afraid to ask for it anymore."

I chuckle. "And what exactly is it that you want, princess?" I ask, my tone low.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to say. "I want all three of you," she admits, her cheeks flushing with desire and embarrassment. "But on my terms."

Renzo lets out a low whistle, his eyes widening in surprise. "Well, well, well," he murmurs, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Our little bookworm has some hidden depths."

I lean forward, my hand sliding up Camila's thigh. "And what exactly are your terms, princess?" I ask, my breath ghosting over her ear.

She shivers at my touch, but her voice remains steady. "I want to be in control sometimes," she explains, her eyes meeting mine. "I want to choose who gets what and when."

I chuckle, shaking my head. "That won't always be the case," I warn her, fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You and I both know that's not what you want really."

She bites her lower lip, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "You're right," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I do love submitting to you."

I smirk, satisfied by her admission. "But that doesn't mean you don't have desires of your own," I murmur, my thumb tracing circles on her inner thigh. "Tell me, baby girl, what do you want?"

She meets my gaze once more. "I want to feel all three of you at the same time," she confesses. "One in my ass and two in my pussy or the other way around." Her voice trembles with a mix of desire and nervousness. "I want to feel completely filled, stretched to my limits."

Renzo lets out a low groan, palming his growing erection. "Fuck, bookworm," he growls, his eyes gleaming with hunger. "You've got no idea how much I want that."

Dante's jaw clenches, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel tighter. "We'll make it happen, tesoro," he promises, his voice low and rough with desire. "We'll give you everything you crave. We're as much yours as you are ours."

I grab Camila's throat, squeezing softly. "How are you so fucking perfect?" I ask before kissing her deeply, making her moan into my mouth. "And why the fuck did you run from us?"

She purses her lips together. "Because I was scared."

"Scared of what, tesoro?" Dante asks.

I study Camila's face as she takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a newfound vulnerability. "I was scared for two reasons," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was scared that I was getting too attached to you, to all of you."

My heart clenches at her words, forcing a mixture of emotions to the surface. Part of me is elated that she's developed feelings for us. Still, another part is wary of the complications of such attachments in our world.

Camila continues, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. "And I was scared that once you realized I had no intel to give you, that my father keeps me at arm's length and detached from the business, you'd hurt me or my brother."

Renzo leans forward, his brow furrowed. "You thought we'd hurt you?" he asks, his tone hinting at disbelief.

She nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I didn't know what to think," she confesses. "I was so confused by my feelings for you, and I didn't want to put Sergio in danger."

Dante glances back from the driver's seat. "Tesoro, we would never hurt you," he assures her.

"Not unless you want us to," Ren adds, winking.

Her cheeks redden then. "What exactly is the plan now?" she asks.

"We approach our father and tell him we've kidnapped you personally as we can't get information out of you," I admit.

Her eyes widen, and she pales.

"Don't worry. We won't let him lay a finger on you," Dante says.

She straightens and nods. "But what happens then?"

I smirk at Camila's question, leaning back in my seat. "Once our father's guard is down," I explain, my voice low and conspiratorial, "we'll turn on him."

Ren grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "That's right, bookworm," he chuckles, his tone filled with dark amusement. "We're going to screw him over for playing us for fools all this time."

Camila's eyes widen, a mixture of shock and intrigue flashing across her face. "You're really going to do that?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, my jaw clenching with determination. "Father needs to learn that he can't control us," I growl, my fingers tightening around hers. "We're not his puppets."

Dante hums in agreement, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "It's time for a change in leadership," he muses, his voice low and thoughtful. "And we're going to make it happen."

Camila takes a deep breath, processing our words. "And what happens after that?" she asks, her brow furrowed with concern. "Won't there be consequences?"

I reach out, gently cupping her cheek, "Let us handle that," I assure her, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. "we'll handle whatever comes our way."

Ren leans forward, his breath ghosting over Camila's ear. "And when it's all over," he purrs, his voice dripping with seduction, "we'll celebrate our victory by taking you in every way imaginable."

She shivers at his words, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

I chuckle, amused by her reaction. "But first," I remind her, my tone turning serious, "we need to focus on the task at hand. We can't afford any distractions."

Camila nods, her expression sobering. "I understand," she murmurs, her fingers intertwining with mine. "I'll do whatever it takes to help you."

I smile, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "That's my girl," I praise, pride swelling in my chest. "Together, we'll bring my father to his knees."