44. Dante

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Isit on the edge of the hotel bed, my mind racing with thoughts of our plan and the consequences it could bring. Camila's presence beside me is both a comfort and a reminder of my insatiable desire. She reaches out, placing a gentle hand on my arm. "Dante, are you okay?"

I shrug, not quite meeting her gaze. "I'm fine." The words feel hollow, even to my own ears. Truth is, I'm torn. Going behind my father's back isn't something I ever thought I'd do. But here I am, caught up in this mess with Elio and Renzo.

Camila shifts closer, her warmth seeping through my shirt. "You don't seem fine. Is it about the plan?"

I nod, finally looking at her. "It's just my father is Amerigo's capo. I've always been loyal to him, you know? And now..." I trail off, unsure how to put my conflicted feelings into words.

She squeezes my arm, her touch reassuring. "Will your father understand why Elio and Renzo are making this decision?"

I run a hand across my stubble-dusted jaw. "I don't know, tesoro. I know I can't let any harm come to you."

I gaze into Camila's eyes, noticing how her pupils dilate with desire. The air between us is tense, and I can't resist the magnetic pull drawing me closer. Leaning in, I capture her lips in a searing kiss. Camila responds eagerly, her soft lips moving against mine with a passion that ignites a fire within me.

As our kiss deepens, I pour all my pent-up emotions into the embrace. My hands slide up Camila's arms, caressing her smooth skin and relishing how she shivers beneath my touch. Camila's fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer as if she can't get enough.

We explore each other's bodies with a slow, deliberate intensity. My hands roam over her curves, mapping out every dip and swell, committing them to memory. Camila's touch is electric, setting my nerve endings ablaze as she traces the contours of my muscles through my shirt.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips along her jawline and down the column of her neck. Camila tilts her head back, a breathy moan escaping her as I nip and suck at the sensitive skin. Her hands slide beneath my shirt, her nails raking lightly across my back and sending shivers down my spine.

I continue kissing Camila deeply, our bodies pressed together. My hands explore her curves as I lay her back on the bed. I break the kiss to gaze into her eyes, checking that she's comfortable with where this is headed.

"Are you sure about this, tesoro?" I ask gently.

Camila nods, desire shining in her eyes. "Yes, I want this. I want you."

I smile, caressing her cheek. "Tell me if you want to stop at any point." She'll realize that I'm distinctly different from Elio and Renzo. They take what they want. After all, they're used to everything being offered to them on a plate.

Camila pulls me in for another passionate kiss. My hands trail down to unzip her dress, slowly revealing more of her body. I lavish her exposed skin with gentle kisses and light bites, worshipping every inch of her. Camila sighs in pleasure, arching into my touch.

I Danteve my shirt and pants, our naked bodies pressed together. My erection rubs against her thigh as we continue kissing, building the anticipation. I reach down and stroke Camila's tight little cunt, feeling how wet she is for me. Her moans spur me on as I caress her most intimate areas, determined to give her pleasure.

"I want to make you feel good, tesoro," I murmur against her lips. "You're so beautiful like this."

Camila flushes at the compliment, wrapping her legs around my waist. I position myself at her entrance, maintaining eye contact.

"Dante, please," she whispers, her voice a pleading melody in the darkness.

I take one last deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This is it. This is what I've been waiting for and dreamt of since I met her. With a single thrust, I drive myself into Camila's body, my cock pulsating as it meets the warm, wet heat of her core.

She cries out, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as our bodies rock together. My earlier hesitation fades away, replaced by a raw, animalistic desire to possess her completely. I thrust deeper, harder, my entire being focused on this one moment, this one connection between us.

Camila meets my every move, her hips bucking against mine in a perfect rhythm. Her tits bounce with each impact, her nipples hard and erect, beckoning for my touch. I pinch one delicately pointed peak, making her arch into me. Camila cries out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain, as I continue my relentless pursuit of her body.

"You like that, tesoro? You like it when I treat you like this?" I growl. "You're such a dirty girl, aren't you? Our little slut who needs all of our cocks inside you, filling you up and making you scream."

Camila moans, her nails digging into my back, her hips bucking to meet each thrust. I can't resist how her body moves for me, asking for more. I grab a handful of her ass, pulling her closer, the slick sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.

The need to dominate coils through my blood, and I wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing enough to partially block her oxygen. She tenses beneath me, squeezing my cock even tighter. "Trust me, tesoro. I'm going to make you come so fucking hard you'll think you died and went to heaven."

She nods in response, arching her back more as I pound into her like an animal. The walls of her cunt pulsate around me, gripping my cock so hard it's like she's trying to milk me. Her eyes are wide with desire and lust, her perfect lips parted in a silent scream of passion. My heart pounds in sync with my thrusts, the rhythm of our bodies one and the same.

"Look at you," I murmur, the words thick with lust. "Look at how wet you are for me. How horny you are, how much you need this."

Camila moans, her voice echoing through the room, bouncing off the walls like an intimate secret only we share. Her cries fill me with a sense of power, of control, of primal satisfaction. I drive myself deeper into her, my cock throbbing with desire for her, for this connection we're sharing.

"You know who you belong to. You belong to me, Elio, and Renzo. Our little slut, whose legs are shaking, whose pussy is soaking with lust for us. Your soul is ours. You know that you're ours to fuck and own. And we'll do it when the time is right when we can't resist the urge any longer when our desires are too powerful to ignore. We'll take you and claim you completely together." I kiss her, still keeping my hand wrapped around her throat, restricting how much oxygen she can draw into her lungs. "You'll open your legs wide for us like you're doing for me now. You'll accept us all, one by one, three cocks sliding inside you at the same time until there's no room left for anything but us. And you'll know that you belong to us. That you're ours, completely and utterly, and that we'll love you and cherish you, fuck you and own you for the rest of our lives."

Camila's body shakes with each word, her eyes locked on mine, her lips parted in silent pleading. Her nails dig deeper into my back, her hips bucking harder, her body craving more. I want nothing more than to give her what she needs, to satisfy her every desire.

I continue thrusting into her, her walls clenching around me as my words sink in. She cries out, her body shaking violently, consumed by pleasure. Those gorgeous brown eyes roll back in her head as I give her the pleasure she's been waiting for. Growling, my own release hits me hard. Her cunt tightens around my shaft, forcing me to empty myself inside her.

We collapse together, our hearts racing, skin slick with sweat. I roll onto my back, pulling Camila against my chest. She nuzzles into me, spent and satisfied. I stroke her hair gently, overcome with emotion.

Claiming Camila felt different than I imagined. Not just a physical act but a true connection. I've never felt so close to someone before. And I meant what I said. I know Elio and Ren care for her in a way they've never cared for a girl before, and I do, too. She's ours, forever. Holding her in my arms, I'm filled with a swelling sensation in my chest. A protectiveness mixed with affection.

Is this what love feels like?

I know letting myself feel this way is dangerous, but I can't hold back the tide of emotions crashing over me. Camila stirs, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. I lean in, kissing her tenderly, trying to convey my feelings. She smiles against my lips, understanding without words.

We lie together in comfortable silence, simply existing in this moment. The calm after the storm of passion. I trail my fingers up and down her arm, marveling at the softness of my tesoro's skin. She fits perfectly against me, like two puzzle pieces that will slot perfectly against Elio and Renzo, making one whole.