48. Renzo

48

Vincenzo Costa, Dante's Dad, strides into the room. He doesn't look pleased as his eyes dart between Camila and the three of us. His gaze lingers on her.

"What's going on here?" he demands.

Dante clears his throat. "Father, we've got some news. Amerigo is in prison."

Vincenzo's face pales, and he sinks into a chair. "What happened?"

Elio leans forward, his expression serious. "He lied to us. He was stealing from the Aguilar Cartel and trying to cut them out. We had to stop him."

Vincenzo nods slowly, his eyes distant. "I see. And what about the family business?"

I speak up, my voice steady. "We need you to keep an eye on things with our father gone. Keep everything running until Elio finishes school next year."

Vincenzo looks at each of us, his gaze lingering on Camila. "And the girl? What's her role in all this?"

I pull Camila closer, my arm tightening around her waist. "She's with us."

Vincenzo raises an eyebrow. "With us?"

It may not be normal for guys to share one girl, but it's the most natural thing I've ever known. "Yeah, we share her. We're in a relationship with her. All three of us."

Camila's cheeks redden. "Not exactly sure how that's going to work."

I glance at Camila, a smirk spreading across my face. "Don't be coy, bookworm," I say, my voice dripping with amusement. "You've already experienced firsthand how this works."

I can see the embarrassment creep across her cheeks as I call her out in front of Dante's father. Vincenzo's eyebrows raise slightly. "Is that so?" he says, his gaze shifting between us.

I lean back in my chair, feeling a thrill at the discomfort I've caused Camila. "Oh, yes. We have become quite close with the Aguilar princess here." I gently squeeze Camila's thigh, relishing how she squirms.

Dante clears his throat, shooting me a warning look. "Renzo, perhaps we should discuss this privately?—"

"Nonsense," I interrupt, waving a dismissive hand. "The old man deserves to know the truth, don't you think?" I turn my gaze back to Vincenzo. "After all, he'll oversee the family business while we finish our studies."

Vincenzo's expression remains neutral, but I can see the wheels turning in his head. "I see," he says simply.

Camila shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes downcast. I can tell she's mortified, but I can't resist pushing her further. "Come now, bookworm," I murmur, leaning in close. "Don't be shy. Tell Dante's dad about what we've done to you."

Elio slams his hand down on the table. "Enough, Ren. That's between us four. And you'll do well to learn that if you want things to work out." He glances at Vincenzo. "Can you help keep everything in line until I return from school?"

He turns his attention to Elio, his expression growing serious. "You're the heir now, Elio. With your father in prison, the future of the Barone Mafia rests on your shoulders."

Elio nods. "I understand. And I'll need your help to keep things running smoothly until I finish school."

Vincenzo inclines his head. "Of course. You have my word that I'll serve you as faithfully as I served your father. You're the rightful king of our empire now."

A slow smile spreads across my face as I listen to the exchange. Our future looks brighter with Dad out of the picture and Elio at the helm. And with our sweet Camila, bound to us through our twisted desires, there's no limit to the heights we can reach.

I lean back in my chair, draping an arm around Camila's shoulders, and shoot a wolfish grin at Vincenzo. "Long live the king," I murmur.

Vincenzo regards us for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Is there anything else we need to discuss?"

Elio shakes his head. "No, that's all for now. We'll be in touch."

Vincenzo nods and stands, giving Camila one last lingering look before he departs. The moment the door clicks shut behind him, I turn to my brothers.

"Well, now that the old man's gone, we should take advantage of this space." I give Camila's thigh a squeeze, my gaze burning into her. "I'd love to see our little bookworm take all three of our cocks in her pussy and ass, spread out over Father's desk."

Camila's eyes widen, and a faint blush creeps across her cheeks. "I-I don't know about that..."

I lean back in my chair, a devilish grin spreading across my face as Camila's eyes widen. "Well, bookworm, let me paint you a picture of what we could do." I reach out and trail my fingers along her thigh, relishing the way she shivers at my touch. "First, we'll start with our tongues and hands, making you come over and over until you're a trembling, begging mess." I lick my lips, my gaze burning into hers. "Then, we'll stretch that pretty little ass of yours, getting you nice and ready for Dante to have a turn."

Elio chuckles, his hand sliding up Camila's thigh. "And once your ass is good and stretched, Ren and I will fill your pussy, stretching your cunt beyond measure around both our cocks."

Camila's breath catches, and I can see the desire in her eyes.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "What do you say, bookworm? Are you ready to be the centerpiece of our own private celebration?"

Dante clears his throat, his expression serious. "Are you sure this is wise, Ren? This is your father's office, after all."

I wave a dismissive hand. "Exactly. Which means it's ours now he's gone. This is our territory. And I, for one, intend to mark it with the scent of our little slut."

Elio's grip on Camila's thigh tightens, and he leans in, his voice low and smooth. "Come now, princess. Don't be shy. You've already proven how much you enjoy two cocks at the same time."

Camila's cheeks flush, and she bites her lip, her gaze darting between us. "I...I don't know..."

I chuckle, my hand sliding up her thigh to join Elio's. "Oh, I think you do. I can see it in your eyes. You want this just as much as we do."

Dante frowns, his brow furrowed. "Ren, I really don't think-"

"Relax, Dante," I interrupt, my gaze never leaving Camila's face. "This is our chance to show our little bookworm how much we can make her feel."

Elio nods, his fingers teasing the edge of Camila's panties. "That's right. We'll give you pleasure like you've never known, princess. All you have to do is say yes."

Camila's breath catches. "Yes," she murmurs.

"Good girl," I purr, pulling her closer.

Elio's hand slides higher, his fingertips tracing the delicate lace of her panties. "That's right, princess. You're going to make us all so proud, aren't you?"

Camila nods, her breathing already growing ragged. I chuckle, relishing the power we hold over her. With a gentle tug, I draw her into my lap, her back pressed against my chest.

"That's my girl," I murmur, my lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. "Now, let's see how many times we can make you come before we fuck you."

I feel Camila shiver in my arms, and I tighten my hold on her, savoring the way she melts against me. This girl has captivated me from the moment I first laid eyes on her, and now, with her body and soul laid bare before us, I know I'll never be able to let her go.

I want to drown in her, lose myself in her intoxicating scent and taste. I want to make her scream and beg and tremble beneath our touch until she's nothing but a quivering, addicted mess.

As Elio and Dante begin to undress her, their hands roaming her trembling form, I can feel the beast inside me stirring, clawing to be set free. I want to devour her, to mark her as ours in the most primal of ways.

But even amid my feral desire, a part of me aches to protect her, to shield her from the darkness that lurks within. I know the path we've chosen is a dangerous one, fraught with danger, and I can't help but worry that our twisted obsession with her will be her undoing.

Yet, as I hold her close, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against my chest, I know that I'm already in too deep. Camila has become an integral part of my world, a light in the darkness that threatens to consume us all. And I'll be damned if I let anything or anyone take her away from me.

I press a gentle kiss to her temple, savoring the softness of her skin. "You're ours now, bookworm," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion. "Forever and always."