55. Camila

55

8 months later…

Itake a deep breath as we approach my family's estate in Mexico. Elio squeezes my hand reassuringly, and I glance back at Dante and Renzo in the backseat. They offer encouraging smiles, reminding me we're in this together.

As we approach the front door, my mom rushes out, her face lighting up when she sees me. "Mija!" she cries, enveloping me in a warm hug. Her eyes land on Elio, and I can see the relief on her face. "Elio, it's so good to meet you." She pulls him into an embrace as well.

Dante and Renzo step forward, and I watch nervously as Mom greets them. "And you must be Dante and Renzo. Welcome, welcome!" She ushers us all inside, chattering away about how happy she is to have us here.

My father joins us in the living room, his expression unreadable. It's strange to think that he's changed his ways and finally moved back into the family home. Apparently Mom demanding a divorce made him panic, proving he does still lover her despite his terrible treatment of her over the years.

I hold my breath, but to my surprise, he nods at Elio. "Barone," he says before turning to Dante and Renzo. "And you two must be the brother and capo I've heard about."

Elio steps forward, radiating confidence. "Mr. Aguilar, thank you for having us. I know there's been history between our families, but I hope we can put that aside and enjoy this visit."

My father studies him for a moment, then lets out a deep sigh. "Yes, well, the past is the past. Come, let's have a drink."

He leads up to the living room and we all settle onto the plush sofas. I feel a sense of relief wash over me. Elio has worked his magic, smoothing over the tensions between our families. I squeeze his hand, mouthing a silent "thank you" to him.

My hand intertwines with Elio's while we face my father and Mom. The tension in the room is palpable, but Elio's steady presence beside me provides a comforting anchor.

"So, Elio," my father begins, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "How have you and my daughter been getting along?"

"Very well, sir," Elio replies smoothly. "Camila is a remarkable young woman, and I've thoroughly enjoyed getting to know her."

I glance at Dante and Renzo, sitting silently, their expressions neutral. I pray they won't reveal the true nature of our relationship.

My mother leans forward, a warm smile on her face. "That's wonderful to hear. We're so glad Camila has found someone special."

"As am I, Mrs. Aguilar," Elio says, squeezing my hand gently. "Camila means the world to me."

The door to the living room opens, and my brothers Sergio and Jorge step inside.

"Ah, Sergio, Jorge," my father interjects. "Come, join us."

Sergio and Jorge exchange a wary glance before moving to sit in the armchairs across from us. I can feel the tension radiating off them, and I shift uncomfortably.

"So, Elio," Sergio begins, his gaze piercing. "How serious are you about our sister?" After him learning that they treated me so badly at Crystal Lake, he's never trusted Elio again.

Elio clears his throat, his confidence unwavering. "Very serious, Sergio. I've got the utmost respect for your sister and intend to treat her with the care and devotion she deserves."

My brothers scrutinize Elio for a long moment, and I hold my breath, hoping they'll accept his words at face value.

Finally, Jorge nods. "Very well. We're glad to hear that."

My mother beams, oblivious to the underlying tension. "Wonderful! Now, let's enjoy refreshments and get to know each other better."

As she stands to retrieve more drinks, I catch Dante's eye. He offers me a subtle wink, and I feel relieved. For now, our secret is safe.

But Elio is the picture of confidence, effortlessly charming my parents with his polite demeanor and genuine interest. Dante and Renzo follow his lead, offering their own flare to the conversation.

During dinner, the conversation flows easily. Dante and Renzo engage my brothers in discussions about sports and travel. At the same time, Elio and I share more about our academic pursuits with my parents. For a moment, I almost forget the complicated web of secrets that brought us all together. And the huge secret we still keep closely guarded.

After the meal, we retreat to the patio, where Sergio pulls me aside, his brow furrowed. "Camila, can I talk to you for a minute?"

I nod, my heart pounding. "What is it, Sergio?"

He glances around, making sure we're out of earshot. "Do you know what you're doing with those three guys?"

I stare at him, my mouth suddenly dry. "I-I don't know what you mean."

Sergio sighs, shaking his head. "Come on, Camila. It's obvious. The way they look at you, the way you look at them. And they came to get you from my room at Columbia like they were claiming you."

I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Sergio, I don't know what to say."

"I'm worried about you," he says. "They have a reputation. I don't want you caught up in something you can't handle."

I bite my lip, unsure of how to respond. There's no denying our relationship is unconventional, but I love all three of them, and they love me. "This isn't some casual fling, Sergio. I love them. And they love me."

Sergio's jaw clenches. "Fair enough, I just don't want you getting hurt." He sighs, running a hand across the back of his neck. "Can't deny your one lucky girl getting three hot guys to yourself, though."

I laugh. "True, how is everything with Jake?"

"Good," he admits, glancing around to ensure no one is listening. "I guess we're both keeping secrets about our relationships. Doubt Dad would be happy with either of us, would he?"

I shake my head. "No, but who gives a fuck about what makes him happy? As long as we're happy, that's all that matters, right?"

Sergio smiles. "Right. And you are happy?"

"Very," I say, glancing at where my three guys are huddled together, chatting.

"Good, let's rejoin everyone then." He claps me on the shoulder, and we return to the group.

I walk over to Elio and nestle into him. "Hey," I say, smiling at him.

"Hey, princess."

Dante and Ren stare at me, their gazes hungry.

Ren clears his throat. "I still don't get why Elio is your public boyfriend."

Elio shakes his head. "We discussed it and agreed."

Dante nods. "Yeah, it just sucks not being able to touch her too."

I shake my head. "You'll get a chance later."

Dante's eyes darken, and he nods. "I should hope so."

Father and Mom approach. "We're going to turn in. But make yourself comfortable and enjoy the evening."

Mom clutches Elio's hand. "It's so lovely to finely meet you, Elio." She smiles at Dante and Ren. "And your friends."

My parents retire for the night, forcing a palpable shift in the air. Dante and Renzo's gazes intensify, their hunger barely contained.

"Finally, some privacy," Renzo murmurs, his hand trailing along my arm.

I shiver at his touch, my heart pounding. "What did you have in mind?"

Dante steps closer, his dark eyes smoldering. "Well, tesoro, we've been dying to get our hands on you all evening."

Sergio and Jorge exchange a knowing look, but to my surprise, they simply excuse themselves. "We'll be in our rooms if you need us," Sergio says with a hint of amusement.

Elio pulls me close, his lips brushing against my neck. "Let's take a walk down to the beach."

I take Elio's hand as we go down to the private beach of the villa, my heart racing with anticipation. Renzo and Dante follow close behind, their presence intoxicating.

The warm night air caresses my skin as we reach the secluded shore, the sound of the gentle waves washing over us. Elio pulls me close, his strong arms wrapping around my waist.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight, princess," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my neck.

I shiver at his touch, leaning into him. "Thank you, Elio."

Renzo and Dante approach, their eyes burning with desire.

Renzo's hand trails up my arm, sending tingles down my spine. "We've been waiting all night to have you to ourselves," he growls.

Dante steps closer, his gaze locked on mine. "You've got no idea how badly we want you, Camila."

I feel a flush creep up my cheeks, my heart pounding in my ears. "Then take me," I whisper.

Elio's grip tightens as he captures my lips in a searing kiss. Renzo and Dante press against me from behind, their hands exploring my body.

I melt into their touches, all sense of propriety forgotten as my three men claim me. Dante's lips trail down my neck, Renzo's fingers deftly unbutton my blouse, and Elio's hands caress my curves.

"You're ours," Elio murmurs against my lips.

I nod, unable to form coherent words because their touches set me on fire. Renzo and Dante peel away my clothes, leaving me bare and exposed under the moonlight.

Their hands roam my body, eliciting soft gasps and moans from my lips. I cling to Elio, seeking his steadfast presence.

Renzo's teeth graze the back of my neck, and Dante's fingers dip between my thighs, drawing out my arousal. I'm drowning in a sea of pleasure, my mind hazy with desire.

"Please," I whimper, unsure of what I'm begging for.

Elio silences me with another deep kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. Renzo and Dante take the opportunity to lavish attention on my breasts, their mouths, and hands teasing and caressing.

I'm completely at their mercy, my body trembling with need. Elio's fingers dip between my thighs, eliciting a gasp. "Please," I beg.

They chuckle. Their expressions predatory.

"Don't worry, bookworm," Renzo murmurs. "We're just getting started."

Dante's hands grip my hips as he sits down on the sand with his cock poking out of his slacks. "Time to take a seat on my cock."

I groan and straddle him, kissing his lips as I sink down on his cock. And then I feel Renzo parting my ass cheeks before he starts to lick me there. Elio strokes his cock in front of me, eyes dilated. I know exactly what he wants, and I eagerly open my mouth.

Renzo's tongue dances along my most intimate place, the sensations thrilling.

Dante's thick cock fills me, stretching me deliciously, while Elio's hardness thrusts into my throat.

I'm surrounded by them, drowning in pleasure. My body reacts instinctively, arching and undulating as they lavish me with attention.

Renzo's skilled tongue works me into a frenzy, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my asscheeks. Dante's hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I ride him. And Elio's fingers tangle in my hair, holding me steady as I take him into my throat.

The sounds of our mingled moans and gasps fill the air, the rhythmic crashing of the waves providing a sensual backdrop.

Renzo suddenly pushes two fingers into my tight entrance, the burn, and stretch causing me to cry out around Elio's cock. The vibrations elicit a groan from him, his hips bucking slightly.

"I think our princess needs a good stretching with all three of our cocks, tonight," Elio announces, watching me with those beautiful gray eyes. "Don't you think, brother?"

Ren growls in agreement. "Yeah, three cocks filling that tight little cunt."

Dante thrusts into me harder. "Then what are you waiting for? Stretch our little slut the way she deserves to be stretched."

"Fuck yes," I breathe, arching my back. "Fill me with your cocks."

Elio moves away from my lips and walks behind me, gripping my hips from behind as he enters me slowly alongside Dante, forcing me to adjust. "Fuck, princess, you feel incredible. Your tight little cunt was made for us." He pants, starting to move in unison with Dante. "You're doing so well."

I moan and arch my back further, allowing both of them to sink deeper with each thrust. Although I can't see him, I know Ren is watching. I want him inside me, too. It's always so good when all three of them fuck my pussy at the same time.

"See how much she wants it, Ren? Our pretty little slut can't get enough." Elio kisses the back of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin lightly before he bites down. "You crave all three of us inside you, don't you?"

"Yes, please," I beg. "I need you to fuck my pussy too. Please, Ren." I don't need to ask twice as I feel his cock nudging between the two men already inside me.

"Hold still, cara mia," Elio whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he and Dante remain buried deep. I feel Renzo's cock pressing against my entrance, and I brace myself for the sensation of being filled beyond belief.

"We're going to make you feel so good," Dante growls, eyes dark and hungry.

Renzo's cock slips in between Dante's and Elio's, and I cry out as they all start to thrust together, filling me completely. "That's it, take it all," Ren coaches. "Such a good little slut for us, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm your good slut," I moan, arching my back as the stretch is so good. All three of my men are inside me, and it feels amazing.

"Fuck yeah, just like that, baby," Elio grunts, his arm braced around me as he moves his hand to play with my clit.

"You look so sexy with three big cocks inside you," Ren growls. "I'll never tire of seeing this cunt stretched like this."

Elio rubs circles around my clit, teasing me while all three of them pound at my pussy, hitting every spot within that makes me scream with pleasure.

"Are you going to come for us, tesoro?" Dante asks.

I kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as my need and love for these men become impossible to ignore. "Yes, I'm so close," I breathe.

Elio increases the speed of his fingers on my clit. "Good girl. Come for us. Show us how much you love being filled by all three of us."

I scream in pure bliss as stars explode behind my closed eyelids and the most intense orgasm hits me. I'm shuddering and trembling as my men continue to pound me with their cocks. And I feel them swell inside me, warning me they're about to fill me full with cum.

"Fuck, baby, you're milking us dry," Elio groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he, Dante, and Renzo all reach their climax together. Their cocks rub against each other inside me, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.

Ren growls as his release hits him. "Take it all, our greedy little slut."

Dante groans. "Fuck, yes. Such a good girl."

I'm overflowing with their cum, and the sensation sends another wave of pleasure through my body.

Elio carefully pulls himself out, followed by Dante and Renzo, leaving me panting and satisfied. "Now that's a fucking beautiful sight," he murmurs appreciatively, forcing me to glance over my shoulder at him. He's looking down at my gaping cunt, dripping with cum.

"Our cum dripping out of you," Ren says, nodding.

Dante groans as he looks down. "Fuck, if it doesn't make me want to do it all again."

Ren, Dante, and Elio exchange a knowing glance, and I groan.

"Give her a moment. She's earned a break." Elio wraps his arms around me, pulling me off Dante and lying down on the sand, forcing me to lie on top of him, cradling me against his chest.

Ren nods. "She's more than earned it." He lies down on the left side of me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over my tender breasts.

Dante lies down on the right, his fingers dancing over my stomach. "Our perfect girl."

I lie cradled between my three lovers. The lingering sensations of pleasure ebb and flow within my body while I bask in the afterglow of our intimacy.

My head rests against Elio's broad chest, his steady heartbeat and deep breaths soothing me. One of his hands strokes my hair gently while the other holds me close. I've never felt as safe and cherished as I do, enveloped in his embrace.

To the right, Dante nuzzles against my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin. His arm draped over my waist, his fingertips lightly tracing circles on my belly.

On my other side, Renzo's leg entwines with mine, his muscular frame pressed close. His hand rests on my thigh, his thumb idly caressing back and forth. I turn my head, and our eyes meet, his gaze soft and adoring. He leans in and places a tender kiss on my lips.

My heart swells with emotion as I fully absorb the depth of my love for these three incredible men. Each is so different, yet each cherishes me in their own way. Elio's steady devotion, Dante's playful affection, and Renzo's fiery passion - together, they make me feel whole.

No matter what twists and turns the future brings, I know I've found my home here, cradled safely between them. Our love defies convention or judgment. It simply is a profound and powerful bond that connects our souls.

I close my eyes, wanting to memorize every sensation and commit this moment to memory. A contented smile touches my lips. Here, surrounded by their love, I have found true happiness.