56. Epilogue

CAMILA

56

One year later…

Istand at the altar, my heart racing with excitement and nerves as I face Elio, my soon-to-be husband. His dark eyes shine with love and devotion, and I can't help but smile back at him. As the priest begins the ceDanteny, I glance to the side, my gaze locking with Renzo and Dante, who stand tall and proud as Elio's best men.

Their presence fills me with a sense of comfort and belonging. Even though I can only legally marry Elio, our love transcends the boundaries of traditional relationships. We've pledged our hearts to each other, promising to cherish and support one another despite our challenges.

As I recite my vows, my voice trembles with emotion. "Elio, I promise to love you, to stand by your side, and to be your partner in every sense of the word. Our love is true and unbreakable."

Elio's eyes glisten with unshed tears as he responds, "Camila, you are my world, my everything. I vow to love you, to protect you, and to honor the bond we share. Together, we are stronger than anything life can throw at us."

As we exchange rings, I feel a surge of love and gratitude for the three incredible men in my life. I know that Renzo and Dante may feel a twinge of jealousy that Elio gets to call me his wife in the eyes of the law. Still, they understand the importance of this union.

Our marriage is not just a declaration of our love; it is a political alliance, a merging of the Aguilar Cartel and the Barone Mafia. By joining our families, we strengthen our power and influence, ensuring a future where we can protect and support each other in the face of adversity.

As the priest pronounces us husband and wife, I feel emotion wash over me. Elio pulls me close, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless. I can feel the love and support radiating from Renzo and Dante as they watch us, their hearts entwined with ours in this moment of pure joy and unity.

I can't help but feel giddy as Elio and I leave the church, hand in hand, our union finally sealed. The weight of our families' rivalry feels lighter, replaced by a sense of hope and excitement for the future.

As we approach the reception hall, I'm immediately enveloped in a flurry of embraces and well-wishes from my family. My mother's eyes shine with tears of joy, pulling me into a tight hug. "My darling daughter, I'm so happy for you," she murmurs.

My father, a stoic man known for his stern demeanor, surprises me by placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "You've made us proud, Camila," he says, the corners of his mouth curving into a rare smile.

Sergio wraps me in a bear hug and chuckles, "I guess you're all grown up now, huh?"

I laugh, the tension in my shoulders melting away as I bask in the warmth of my family's acceptance. Looking around, I see Elio, Renzo, and Dante mingling with my relatives, their faces alight with genuine happiness. It's a far cry from the cautious distance that had once existed between our families.

The air is filled with laughter, music, and clinking glasses as the reception gets underway. Elio whisks me away to the dance floor, his strong arms guiding me through a graceful waltz. I catch glimpses of Renzo and Dante cutting loose on the dance floor, their infectious energy drawing in others to join them.

The food, prepared by my family's renowned chefs, is exquisite. I savor every bite, my appetite heightened by the celebratory atmosphere. Dante, ever the gentleman, ensures that my glass is never empty, refilling it with the finest champagne.

I feel truly blessed to be surrounded by the people I love most in the world. The barriers that once divided our families have crumbled, and in their place stands a unity forged through love, trust, and a shared vision for the future.

The music slows as the night wears on, and Elio pulls me close, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss. I melt into his embrace, my heart swelling, knowing that this is only the beginning of our journey together. The three of us.

"It's time to go, my love," he whispers, his voice low and intimate. I nod, my gaze flicking over to Renzo and Dante, standing nearby, ready to join us.

"We can't make it look like Dante and Ren are coming with us," Elio murmurs, his hand gently squeezing mine. "We'll tell everyone they're driving us to the airport, two hours away, to throw off any suspicion."

I take a deep breath, my eyes sweeping across the reception hall, where my family is gathered, celebrating our union. "Okay," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let's do this."

Elio gives me a reassuring smile, and together, we make our way through the crowd, Renzo and Dante trailing behind us. As we approach my family, I feel a pang of guilt, knowing that I'm about to leave them, even if it's just for a short while.

"Mama, Papa," I say, my voice trembling slightly. "Elio and I are leaving for the airport now for our honeymoon. Dante and Ren are going to drive us there."

My mother's brows furrow, a look of concern crossing her face. "So soon, mi hija?" she asks, her gaze flicking between Elio and me.

I nod, offering her a reassuring smile. "Yes, Mama. We want to make the most of our honeymoon." I glance at Elio, my heart swelling with love at the adoration in his eyes.

My father steps forward, his expression unreadable. "Be safe, Camila," he says, his voice gruff. He pulls me into a tight embrace, and I feel the tension in my body melt away.

Sergio wraps me in a bear hug, chuckling softly. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, sis," he teases, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I laugh, my arms tightening around him. "I'll try my best," I murmur, kissing his cheek.

As I pull away, I catch Renzo and Dante exchanging a meaningful glance, and I feel a flutter of anticipation in my stomach. This honeymoon is going to be unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

With one last round of hugs and well wishes, Elio and I make our way toward the exit, Renzo and Dante close behind us. I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness as I leave my family, but the promise of what lies ahead is enough to keep me moving forward, my hand firmly in Elio's.

We arrive in Panama, and our overwater villa is stunning and serene. Stepping inside, my eyes are immediately drawn to the door to the bedroom where there's a gigantic bed, a perfect fit for the four of us. Elio wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

"Welcome to our honeymoon suite, Mrs. Barone," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. A shiver runs down my spine at his words.

"I can't believe I'm actually here with all of you," I say, my gaze sweeping over Renzo, Elio, and Dante.

Ren chuckles, sinking into one of the plush chairs. "Well, get used to it, bookworm. You're stuck with us now."

I playfully stick my tongue out at him, earning a low rumble of laughter from Dante as he moves to the mini-fridge. "Starving, anyone? I'm ordering us some room service."

I sink into the plush chair beside Renzo, relishing how the soft fabric envelops me. The four of us have been through so much to get to this point, and now we're finally here, together, on our honeymoon.

Ren leans back, propping his feet up on the coffee table. "So, what's the plan for tonight, huh? I've ordered some pizza and how about we crack open a few beers?"

Elio rolls his eyes, but I can see the fondness in his expression. "Always thinking with your stomach, Renzo. Don't you think we should do something a little more romantic?"

Dante chuckles as he returns from the mini-fridge, handing us a cold bottle. "Come on, Elio. We all know Ren's idea of romance involves a lot of grease and carbs."

I laugh, taking a sip of my beer. "I don't know, I kind of like Ren's plan. Pizza and beer sounds perfect to me."

Ren grins, bumping his shoulder against mine. "See, Camila gets it. You two need to loosen up a bit."

Before Elio can retort, there's a knock at the door. Dante sets down his beer and goes to answer it, returning a moment later with a stack of pizza boxes. "Alright, dig in," he says, setting the boxes on the coffee table.

We each grab a slice, the delicious aroma filling the air. I take a bite, savoring the flavors, and let out a contented sigh.

"This is perfect," I murmur, glancing around at the three men I love more than anything.

Renzo reaches over, plucking a pepperoni off my slice and popping it into his mouth. "Damn straight it is. Nothing beats pizza and beer with the people you love."

Elio nods in agreement, his eyes soft as he gazes at me. "You got that right. I'm glad we're all here together."

Dante raises his bottle, a warm smile on his face. "To us. May our honeymoon be filled with nothing but love and happiness."

We all eat in comfortable silence until Ren pipes up. "Shall we move on to the romantic part of the evening?"

I take another sip of my beer, savoring the crisp, hoppy flavor. "What is the romantic part?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Renzo grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, I was thinking we could take this little party to the bedroom if you know what I mean."

Elio rolls his eyes, but I can see the heat in his gaze. "I thought you said pizza and beer was the height of romance."

Dante chuckles, setting down his empty bottle. "I think what he's trying to say is that we should all head to the bedroom and continue our celebration there."

I feel a thrill of anticipation run through me. "I like the sound of that," I murmur, my heart racing.

Renzo stands, stretching languidly. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go."

We go to the bedroom, the air thick with tension and desire. Renzo pulls me close, his lips brushing against mine in a searing kiss. I melt into his embrace, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Elio and Dante join us, their hands roaming over my body. I gasp as Dante's lips trail down my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

"You're so beautiful, princess," Elio murmurs, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist.

I feel myself being gently lowered onto the bed, surrounded by the three men I love. Their touches are gentle yet possessive, igniting a fire within me.

Ren's hands slide under my shirt, caressing the soft skin of my stomach. "I've been waiting for this all day," he growls, his lips capturing mine in a deep, hungry kiss.

Dante and Elio join in, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of my body. I'm overwhelmed by the sensations, my mind hazy with desire.

As they undress me, piece by piece, I feel a sense of complete and utter trust. These men know me better than anyone, and they treat me with a reverence that leaves me breathless.

Their bodies press against mine, skin on skin, and I can't help but arch into their touch, craving more.

"Our training has been successful. Your tight little ass is finally ready for all three of us," Ren announces.

Elio's brow furrows slightly, and he turns to him. "What do you mean, training?"

Renzo chuckles, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of my shorts. "I've been working with Camila, pushing her boundaries, helping her learn to take all of us in her ass."

My breath catches in my throat as his words register. I knew Renzo had been stretching my ass with this goal, but the thought of all three of them in my ass at once is a little terrifying.

Dante moves closer, his hand coming to rest on my hip. "Are you sure she's ready for that?"

Ren's gaze is heated as he looks at me. "Trust me, she's more than ready. Aren't you, princess?"

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I...I don't know," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Elio's hand cups my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my skin. "If you're uncomfortable with this, you need to tell us. We would never do anything to hurt you."

I lean into his touch, finding solace in the warmth of his gaze. "I want to try," I murmur, my fingers curling into the fabric of Ren's shirt. "But I'm scared."

Dante presses a soft kiss on my forehead. "We'll go slow, mi tesoro. We'll ensure you feel safe and cared for, no matter what."

Renzo's hand slides higher, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties. "That's my girl. Just trust us. We'll take care of you."

I nod slowly, my nerves and excitement warring within me. Ren's confidence is reassuring, but the thought of all three of them in my ass is still overwhelming.

Elio's lips brush against mine, gentle and soothing. "We love you, Camila. We'll never do anything to hurt you. Just say the word, and we'll stop."

I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves. "Okay," I whisper. "I'm ready."

Elio's lips find mine again, more urgent this time. I can feel his desire building as his tongue dances with mine. Ren and Dante's hands roam my body, caressing every curve. My heart races in anticipation of what's to come.

Ren reaches for the lube on the nightstand, his eyes dark with lust. He coats his fingers generously before trailing them between my legs. I gasp as one slips inside my ass, my muscles instinctively clenching at the intrusion.

"Relax, princess," Ren murmurs. "We'll go nice and slow."

He works me open gently but thoroughly, adding a second finger. A soft moan escapes me at the feeling of being stretched. Dante captures my lips in a hungry kiss, his beard scraping deliciously against my skin.

Elio's fingers twist my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. I'm overwhelmed by all the sensations, my body writhing beneath their skillful touches.

"That's it, just let go," Elio growls. "We've got you."

"You're ready, baby," Ren says, grabbing me and lifting me off the bed only for him to sit down with me facing Dante and Elio in his lap. My back to Ren. "Ride my cock with that ass and get it nice and ready for Elio and Dante to join in."

I position my ass over the head of Renzo's cock and slide down over him, groaning at the full sensation. "Fuck, yes."

"That's it, tesoro. Take his cock in that tight little ass," Dante encourages.

Elio watches with hooded eyes, stroking his cock, which is slick with pre-cum. He moves closer, positioning himself so he's crouching over me and pressing the head of his cock against my ass, where Ren is already pounding me. "You ready for me, baby? I'm gonna make sure you feel every inch of us."

"Yes," I moan, nodding. "I'm so ready. Fuck my ass, Elio."

Renzo keeps thrusting in and out of my ass, and Dante is watching, stroking his dick with a hungry look on his face.

Slowly, he pushes inside me, grunting with effort and sinking deeper and deeper beside Ren's dick, finally sheathing himself fully. "You're so fucking hot like this, princess. Your ass gripping both our cocks," Elio groans.

"It feels so good," I moan.

My attention moves to Dante, watching him stroke himself. The third cock to add to the mix. The idea is both scary and exciting. Three cocks in my pussy is one thing, but my ass? It almost seems impossible.

"Dante, she wants you too. Don't keep our little slut waiting," Renzo says, coming to a stop with his thrusts so that Dante can slide in between them.

He positions himself in front of me, eyes fixed on mine as he introduces his cock in the middle of the two already stretching me. I gasp as Dante's cock presses against my already stretched ass, making my eyes water.

Elio grunts as he feels Dante push in against his cock, making it impossibly tight. "Fuck," he groans.

I feel so full and stretched, like I can't take anymore.

"You're doing great, tesoro," Dante murmurs, his words encouraging as he drives into me an inch deeper. I cry out at the sheer intensity of the feeling, my body quivering under the combined assault of their cocks.

As I adjust to the sensation of all three cocks inside me, filling every inch of my ass, it's almost too much to take. The burn is unlike anything I've felt, even when Renzo stretched my ass with thick plugs. Even so, as they start to thrust in a perfect rhythm, the pain quickly gives way to pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," I groan, arching my back to get them deeper.

Elio leans down to capture my lips, his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth in perfect synchrony with his cock driving deeper into my ass. It's an erotic dance we're engaged in, a primal act of possession and dominance.

Dante moves in rhythm with Renzo. All three of their cocks rub against each other inside me, sending spirals of pleasure exploding through my core.

"Fuck, Camila," Renzo growls against my neck, his hips snapping upward against my ass as he loses control. "You're so damn perfect."

I moan, my body trembling in the throes of pleasure. An orgasm so intense slams into me and I can feel the walls of my tight ass clenching around them, milking their cum from their balls. It's an overwhelming sensation, and I can't help but love it.

Elio keeps kissing me, swallowing my moans. When he breaks away, grinning against my lips and thrusting into me harder. "You want it all, don't you?" he groans. "Every last drop."

Renzo chuckles darkly. "Such a filthy little thing."

"Your filthy little thing," I reply.

Elio's eyes darken. "That's right, Camila. Our property to use however we please." He squeezes one of my breasts, making me moan.

"Please give me your cum," I beg, desperate to be filled up by them.

Elio's control slips, and he pounds into me mercilessly. "Take it, baby girl. Take everything we've got." Ropes of hot cum shoot deep into my ass, filling me up as he empties himself inside of me. "Fuck!" he growls.

"Oh God, yes!" I moan, overcome by the pleasure.

Ren growls beneath me as he thrusts one last time, his cock exploding deep in my ass too.

"Take all of our cum, our perfect little whore," Dante growls, thrusting two more times before shooting his load deep.

Elio leans down, kissing me. "You did such a good job, princess," he murmurs against my lips. "So perfect."

Renzo kisses the back of my neck while Dante stares at me with a deep adoration that sends shivers down my spine.

Elio's cock slips out first, followed by Ren's, making me feel so empty. I'm limp as a ragdoll as Dante withdraws, utterly spent. The men gather around me, murmuring words of love and praise.

"You did so well, princess," Elio says, brushing the hair back from my face. "We're so proud of you."

Ren grins, clearly pleased. "I knew you could handle all of us."

Dante kisses my forehead softly. "Get some rest now, mi amor. You've earned it."

I manage a weak smile before my eyes drift shut, basking in the warm afterglow. I'll need my strength for whatever comes next with my men. This honeymoon is going to be full of a lot more crazy, hot sex. But for now, I'm content to rest safely in their arms, knowing I'm loved beyond measure.

That's the end of Camila's, Elio's, Ren's and Dante's story, but it's most certainly not the last we'll see of them. I hope you enjoyed getting to know them and following their journey. My next book keeps us as Crystal Lake University as we find out what's going on with Maeve Kelly.

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