45. Camila

45

Igroan as I wake from a deep sleep, trying to turn to find two sets of arms wrapped tightly around me. Dante remains on my left but Elio is now on my right, sleeping. And my heart skips a beat when I glance down to find Renzo sleeping with his head on my stomach, lying between my thighs.

I lie there, nestled between the three men who have completely upended my life. My mind races as I try to process the reality of our situation. Can this really work? Can I truly be with all three of them?

Dante's words repeat in my mind a hope flickers to life.

We'll love you and cherish you, fuck you and own you for the rest of our lives.

God, I want that so bad. I do love all three of these men, despite everything. The warmth of their bodies against mine is both comforting and confusing. I never imagined I'd find myself in this situation, caught between three powerful men who have captured my heart in different ways.

With his quiet strength and unwavering loyalty, Dante makes me feel safe and cherished. Elio's intensity and passion ignited a fire, consuming me with a desire I never knew existed. And Renzo, with his dangerous allure and unpredictable nature, keeps me on the edge, craving the thrill of the unknown.

But how can this possibly work? The logistics alone are mind-boggling. Would we have to keep our relationship a secret, pretending in public that I'm only with one of them? The thought of having to choose just one makes my heart ache. I've grown to need each of them in different ways, like pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together.

And my family... God, how would I ever explain this to them? They'd never understand. They'd think I'd lost my mind, falling for not just one but three men from a rival crime family. The disappointment in their eyes would be unbearable.

I can't help but wonder if this is all a beautiful dream destined to shatter under the weight of reality. Can we really build a life together, the four of us? Or are we fooling ourselves, chasing a fantasy that can never truly be?

I sigh, snuggling deeper into their embrace. For now, we have to worry about Amerigo Barone wanting to use me to blackmail my father.

Dante stirs beside me, his arm tightening around my waist. "Good morning, Tesoro," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. Out of the three men, he's the most caring. "What's on your mind?"

I hesitate, unsure if I should voice my concerns. But as I gaze into Dante's warm green eyes, I speak. "I'm just trying to understand how this can possibly work. The four of us, together. It seems so complicated."

Dante smiles softly, his hand caressing my cheek. "It's not conventional, I know. But we want to cherish you. You're everything to us."

His words send a shiver down my spine. Can I trust them? Can I believe they truly want me, not just for information or power, but for me?

Renzo clears his throat. "Haven't we already proved how much we want you, bookworm?"

I look into his dark, chaotic eyes, wondering what it means to be loved by a man as dark and unhinged as him.

Elio squeezes my hip. "We can make it work. It may not seem possible to you, but I promise it is." Elio's hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers. "We mean it, Princess," he says, his voice low and sincere. "We want you, all of you, for as long as you'll have us."

Renzo nods, his gaze intense as he looks up at me from my thighs. "You're ours, Bookworm. And we're yours."

As I look at each of them, their words sinking in, I feel a warmth spreading through my chest. Maybe despite the chaos and the danger, this is where I belong.

I sit up and kiss Renzo, but he quickly deepens it. I moan softly as Renzo's lips devour mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with a fierce intensity. Elio's hands caress my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples until they harden under his touch. Dante's skilled fingers rub my clit in tantalizing circles, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.

I gasp as Renzo breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you, Bookworm," he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

Before I can respond, Elio pushes me back down onto the bed while Renzo reclaims his position between my thighs. Elio captures my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans.

The first touch of Renzo's tongue against my sensitive flesh has me arching off the bed, my hands fisting in the sheets. He licks and sucks, his skilled mouth driving me to the brink of madness.

Dante's fingers join Renzo's tongue, sliding in and out of me. I cry out, my body overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me of having three men kissing and touching me.

Elio's hands continue their sweet torture of my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until I'm writhing.

I'm climbing higher and higher, my body tensing as I near the precipice.

"Let go, Princess," Elio murmurs against my lips. "We've got you."

His words are my undoing. I shatter, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. I'm dimly aware of their hands and mouths, guiding me through the intense pleasure, prolonging my release until I'm boneless and sated.

As I float down from my high, I feel Elio's arms encircle me, holding me close. Renzo gently kisses my inner thigh. Dante's fingers slide out of me, leaving me feeling empty and aching for more.

Elio brushes a stray hair from my face, his eyes soft with affection. "You're incredible, Camila," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "And despite wanting to spend the rest of the day exploring our new perfect dynamic, we've got a job to do."

Renzo nods. "We've got a king to take down a peg or two." The smirk on his face is unnerving. "But once that's done, we're going to service you non-stop for days," he promises.

I blush, still marveling at the intensity of what I just experienced. I've never felt so cherished, so worshipped, as I do in this moment, surrounded by these three men who have captured my heart. I wish we didn't have to leave this bed and enter the unknown. Once Ren and Elio go up against their father, there's no telling who will come out of this unscathed.