51. Elio

51

Istride into the den, the air thick with smoke and the clink of glasses. Spotting Tyler at the bar, I approach him, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Ty, you seen Maeve or Emily around? Camila's worried about them."

Tyler takes a swig of his beer and shakes his head. "Nah, man, Diego, Andrei, and Zane have been keeping Maeve occupied, if you know what I mean." He winks.

I raise an eyebrow. "And Emily?"

"It's the same deal with Nico, Gunner, and Tiernan. Those boys are insatiable," Tyler chuckles.

I lean against the bar, processing this information. It's not surprising, given the reputation of the men who Dimitry Sokolov has inducted into the fold. Still, I can't help feeling concerned for Camila's friends.

"Well, as long as they're not in any trouble. Camila's been stressing about it."

Tyler nods, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, I'm sure they're handling themselves just fine. Those girls know how to play the game."

We share a knowing look, the unspoken understanding of the Nexus hanging between us. It's a life of power, pleasure, and danger that Camila is still learning to navigate.

"Speaking of handling themselves, how's your little princess doing?" Tyler asks, his tone suggestive.

I feel a surge of possessiveness at the mention of Camila. "She's doing just fine, Ty. What about your girl. Lucia, isn't it?"

Tyler's smirk widens at the mention of Lucia. "She's a firecracker, that one. Keeps us on our toes."

I chuckle, shaking my head. "I bet she does. You always did like a challenge."

Tyler's eyes gleam with mischief. "What can I say? I've got a type."

I lean in closer, lowering my voice. "And that type wouldn't have anything to do with a certain Nico Bianchi, would it?"

Tyler's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "I don't know what you're talking about, Elio."

I hold up my hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just calling it like I see it. You and Nico have had this rivalry going on for years. It's no coincidence you picked his sister to play with."

Tyler takes another swig of his beer, his gaze hardening. "I picked her because she's hot and knows how to have a good time."

I raise an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Sure, Ty. Whatever you say."

The tension between us is palpable, the unspoken history of Tyler and Nico's rivalry hanging in the air. I know there's more to the story than he lets on, but I'm not about to push the issue. In the world of the Nexus, some secrets are best left buried.

"Just be careful. Nico's not someone you want to piss off." I clap Tyler on the shoulder, my tone warning.

Tyler scoffs, his bravado returning. "I can handle Nico. And Lucia. Don't you worry about me, Elio."

I nod, knowing there's no point in arguing. Tyler's always been the type to learn things the hard way. I just hope he doesn't get in over his head this time.

I chuck back the rest of my drink, pushing off the bar. "I better get back to Camila and let her know her friends are alright."

Tyler nods, raising his glass in salute. "You do that, man. And tell her not to worry."

With a final nod, I exit the den, my mind already back on Camila and how to reassure her. In this world, loyalty and protection are everything - and I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

I walk through the front door of our apartment, pleasantly surprised to find the space tidy and organized. Ever since Camila moved in, she's taken it upon herself to clean up after us slobs. I make a mental note to hire a housekeeper so she doesn't have to handle all the chores.

As I set my keys on the counter, I hear moaning from the living room. I move toward the sound and stop in the doorway, stunned by the sight before me. Camila is straddling my brother Renzo on the couch, riding him backwards with abandon. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy, breasts bouncing as she grinds her hips against him. Renzo grips her waist, guiding her movements, his face twisted in pleasure.

She belongs to all of us now - Renzo, Dante, and me. We're bonded by our twisted desires, our fates intertwined.

I step into the room, and Renzo's eyes snap to meet mine, his movements never faltering. A smirk tugs at his lips. "Care to join, brother?" he asks, his voice husky.

Camila's eyes fly open at his words, her cheeks flushing crimson. But she doesn't protest or try to pull away. Instead, she grinds down harder against Renzo. My jeans grow tight, and I know nothing will stop me.

I cross the room in quick strides, my hands already working at the button of my jeans. Camila's eyes are half-lidded, her full lips parted and swollen from Renzo's kisses. She reaches for me, pulling me close and capturing my mouth with hers. Her kiss is hungry, devouring, fueling the fire burning my veins.

My jeans hit the floor and I position myself between Camila's thighs. Renzo shifts to give me access, never breaking the rhythm. I grip Camila's hips, relishing the smooth warmth of her skin beneath my palms. My eyes meet Renzo's over her shoulder, communicating wordlessly. Then I'm sliding into her slick heat beside my brother's cock, groaning at how perfectly she takes us both. Camila's back arches, pressing her breasts into my chest. I reach around to cup them, teasing her nipples between my fingers.

We find our rhythm, Renzo and I working in tandem to pleasure Camila. Her moans fill the room, music to my ears. She surrenders completely to us, allowing us to use her body however we desire. And desire her we do - deeply, intensely, beyond reason. We're lost to the raw hunger coursing between the three of us.

I hesitate for only a moment, my heart pounding with desire, before surrendering to the primal urges coursing through me. Camila's body is a siren's call, drawing me in deeper with each undulation of her hips.

Renzo and I move in perfect sync, our bodies joining Camila's in a sensual dance. Her soft cries of pleasure spur us on, fueling the burning need to possess her completely.

My hands glide over Camila's curves, committing every dip and swell to memory. Renzo's gaze smolders as he watches me touch her, his own hands exploring the planes of her back and hips. We're utterly transfixed, captivated by the woman who has ensnared us both.

Camila's eyes flutter open, locking onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath. In that moment, I see the trust and surrender reflected in her gaze, which lights up my soul. This isn't just physical. There's an emotional connection that transcends the carnal pleasures we share.

I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers as we move together. "You're ours, Camila," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion. "All of ours, forever."

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know," she whispers, her fingers threading through my hair. "I want this. I want you."

Renzo's hand slides up Camila's spine, tangling his fingers in her hair and yanking her face at an awkward angle to press her lips to his. I watch, transfixed, as their lips meet in a passionate clash of tongues and teeth.

"Fuck yeah, you're taking us so well, Camila. Your cunt's made for this, isn't it? Made to be stuffed full of cock." I grunt, my hips slapping against hers as I drive myself deeper. "You love having us both inside you, don't you?"

"Yes, oh God, Yes!" She cries, her pussy tightening around our shafts.

Sweat rolls down my brow as I pump harder and faster into her, feeling her body tremble between us.

Renzo growls. "Such a good little slut, aren't you? Taking both our cocks like a champ. You were made for this. Made to be used and owned by us."

There's no longer any hesitation or second-guessing, only the overwhelming need to be one. We've crossed a line, irreversibly bound by our shared desires. And in this moment, there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

Camila's body tenses, her inner walls fluttering around us as she reaches her climax. Renzo and I follow soon after, our groans of satisfaction mingling with Camila's cries. We hold each other close, basking in the afterglow of our union.

I tenderly kiss Camila's neck, my heart swelling with a feeling I can't quite define. Renzo's arm snakes around her waist as he yank her head to the side and claims her lips, and I know we're all in this together - no matter what challenges lie ahead.

I sit down on the couch beside Renzo and drag her off him, cradling her against my chest. Her eyes flutter closed, as she basks in the afterglow. My brother Renzo sits beside us on the couch, one hand trailing lazily along Camila's leg.

"That was incredible," I murmur.

Camila smiles at me, pure contentment in her expression.

"It really was," she agrees.

We enjoy blissful silence before I remember my conversation with Tyler earlier.

"Oh, I meant to tell you. I talked to Tyler about Maeve and Emily. He said they're doing fine, just occupied with their guys right now," I say.

Camila's brow furrows slightly. "Occupied?"

I shrug. "You know how it is." I spank her ass. "We like to keep our girls entertained."

Camila still looks uncertain, so I squeeze her shoulder reassuringly. "I'm sure they're okay. Just caught up in the whirlwind, like we all are."

She nods slowly. "I hope you're right. I miss them."

"We'll catch up with them soon," Renzo pipes up beside me. "Maybe we can all get together this weekend."

Camila brightens at that suggestion. "I'd love that." She nestles back against my chest, seemingly comforted.

I exchange a look with Renzo over her head. We both know there are things about the Nexus that Camila has yet to learn. Her treatment from us is tame compared to some of the groups that joined. But for now, all that matters is keeping her happy and ensuring she feels safe with us.

I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we enjoy the quiet intimacy of the moment. Despite the madness of our world, I feel utterly content with Camila by my side. Whatever challenges come next, we'll face them together.