Chapter 3: Isa

CHAPTER 3

OUR

ISA

“ L et’s get you settled,” Vito says, his voice soft but firm as he leads me through the hallway, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. There’s a gentleness to his touch that surprises me, given how rough and dominating he was before. But I’m too tired to think too much about it.

Misha walks ahead, scouting the place. His eyes flick to every corner, every window. Danni and Sal trail behind, and I can feel the tension rolling off them. They’re all on edge, hyper-alert, and I don’t know if that’s comforting or scary.

They bring me to a large master bedroom, with a massive bed draped in thick blankets and soft pillows. It looks like something out of a dream, and I realize how bone-tired I am as I glance at it.

Sal’s the first to break the silence, his usual playful smirk nowhere to be found. “You’ll be safe here,” he says, his voice low, and for once, serious. “We’ll make sure of that.”

I nod, my throat too tight to speak. I should feel relieved, knowing I’m surrounded by men who would literally die to protect me. But it’s hard to let my guard down after years of living under my father’s rule.

VITO

I watch as Isa’s eyes flicker to the bed, and I see the exhaustion on her face—the weight of everything she’s been carrying. She’s strong, no doubt about that. But even she needs rest.

“You should sleep,” I say, keeping my voice soft. “We’ll be right outside.”

She glances up at me, her dark eyes searching mine. “Are we really safe here?” she asks, her voice quieter than I’ve ever heard it.

I nod. “This place is locked down tighter than Fort Knox. No one’s getting in here without us knowing.”

Misha steps closer, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression hard and protective. “You’ve been through enough today. Rest. We’ll keep watch.”

Sal’s already leaning against the doorframe. He gives Isa a quick wink, but even his usual cocky demeanor is restrained.

“You’re not just safe, princess,” he adds. “You’re untouchable.”

ISA

I want to believe them. I want to let the tension drop from my shoulders and fall into the warmth of the bed. But there’s a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, the echo of my father’s voice, reminding me that nothing is ever truly safe.

But I’m too exhausted to argue. My body feels heavy, like it could sink into the ground and never move again. “Okay,” I whisper, my voice barely audible as I take a step toward the bed. The guys don’t move, still watching me, their presence both comforting and overwhelming at the same time.

I strip off my jacket, tossing it on a chair in the corner, and hesitate for a moment before pulling off my shirt. Their gazes linger on me, and I can feel the tension in the air shift, thickening as I reach for a t-shirt that was thrown on a nearby couch. It smells clean, woodsy, masculine—and I pull it over my head, feeling comforted by it.

“I’ll sleep,” I say, turning to face them, “but only if you promise me one thing.”

Vito raises an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

“Don’t leave me alone.”

SAL

Well, shit. I didn’t think I could get more turned on, but hearing her say that? Yeah, I’m fucking done for.

Danni snorts next to me, and I know he’s thinking the same thing.

“We’re not going anywhere,” I say, trying to keep the heat out of my voice. “But you need to rest, princess.”

She gives me a look—one of those ‘I don’t need your pity’ ones. Then, finally, she nods and climbs into the bed. The sight of her there, curled up in one of our shirts, her hair spilling over the pillows, makes something in my chest tighten.

Yeah, she’s more than just the woman we’re lusting for.

MISHA

I can see the way Sal’s looking at her. Hell, I can see the way all of us are looking at her. But that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is making sure she’s safe.

“We’ll be right outside,” I say, though I’m not sure if I’m saying it for her sake or my own.

Isa nods, her eyes already heavy with exhaustion, and I know she’ll be out in minutes. But that doesn’t stop the protective knot in my stomach from tightening.

ISA

As I lay back against the pillows, pulling the covers over me, I let out a long breath. My body feels heavy, sinking into the mattress like it’s finally giving in to the exhaustion. But my mind is still racing, still stuck in survival mode.

The guys leave the room, but I can feel their presence just outside the door. And somehow, that’s enough to finally let me close my eyes.

For the first time in what feels like forever, I let myself drift off, knowing that, at least for now, I’m safe.

ISA

The soft click of the lights going out wakes me from a restless sleep. At first, it’s just disorienting, the sudden pitch-black swallowing the room. I blink, eyes wide, trying to adjust, but the darkness is thick and absolute.

Shit. My heart jumps in my chest, the familiar surge of adrenaline hitting me like a shot of espresso. What the hell is happening? Are we under attack? Did they find us?

I sit up, my breathing heavy, trying to steady myself. My hand blindly fumbles for my phone on the bedside table, but my fingers grasp nothing but air. Building panic spreads through my veins, thoughts of my father’s men creeping into the corners of my mind.

“Guys?” I call out softly, my voice trembling despite myself. No answer. Only the deafening silence of a power outage.

I throw the covers off and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. There’s a strange chill in the air, and I feel exposed in nothing but one of the guys’ oversized cotton t-shirts and my underwear.

Just as I’m about to stand, the door creaks open, casting a thin sliver of light into the room. I barely have time to process it before I see their silhouettes—four shadowy figures entering the room, moving as one.

Vito steps forward first, his low voice rumbling through the silence. “It’s the power. Storm knocked it out.”

The relief that floods my system is immediate, but the rush of adrenaline hasn’t fully faded. My heart is still pounding, my skin tingling with unease—and something else. Because now that I can make out their forms, I notice the way they’re dressed, or rather, how little they are.

Low-hanging sweatpants, loose lounge pants, bare chests… Every single one of them looks like sin wrapped in muscle, and I swear the room feels smaller with their half naked forms in it. The scent of them, the heat from their bodies, fills the space.

Sal leans against the doorframe, his usual playful grin tugging at his lips. “Did we scare you, princess?”

I scoff, even as my pulse races. “I don’t scare that easily.”

DANNI

Goddamn, Isa looks good enough to eat. There’s something about her in nothing but one of our t-shirts that’s driving me fucking crazy. The hem skims her thighs, barely covering her curves, and every breath she takes makes the fabric cling to her chest just enough to show off what’s under.

I catch Misha’s eye, and I know he’s thinking the same thing. He’s staring at her like she’s prey, and we’re all hungry fucking wolves.

She stands there, breathing hard, and I know she’s still a little rattled from the outage, but there’s no mistaking the way her body responds to us. The room’s tense with the weight of what we all want.

I step closer, crowding her space, and I can see the way her eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat.

“You all right, sweetheart?” I murmur, my voice low, barely a whisper. My fingers trace the edge of her jaw, feeling the softness of her skin.

She nods, her full lips parting, her pulse jumping in her neck. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

But she’s not. Not really. She’s caught in this moment with all of us, and it’s about to get a hell of a lot hotter.

ISA

The second Danni touches me, my whole body reacts. My skin tingles where his fingers graze, and I realize I’m trembling—not from fear or cold, but from something much more primal. Much more dangerous.

Before I can respond, Vito steps in from the other side, his broad chest defined in the low light from the hallway. He moves in close, and I can feel the air between us thick and heavy. His voice rumbles deep in his chest as he speaks, his eyes locked on mine.

“You’re shaking, Isa. What are you scared of, baby?”

I open my mouth to answer, but no words come out. It’s not fear. It’s them. The way their presence fills the room, the way their eyes burn with a hunger like my own.

Sal, still leaning in the doorway, chuckles darkly. “She’s not scared. She’s fucking turned on.”

I want to argue, but I can’t. Because the truth is, I’m burning for them.

Misha moves in behind me, his breath hot against my neck, and I feel his big hands on my hips, his fingers brushing the skin under the t-shirt.

“Do you want us, Isa?” he whispers, his lips grazing my ear. The question hangs in the air, heavy, dangerous, and filled with promise.

I swallow hard, heat pooling in my belly, my breath coming out in shallow pants. There’s no use denying it. I want them. I’ve always wanted them.

“Yes,” I whisper.

And that’s all it takes.

That one little word, and it’s fucking game over.

Vito’s the first to move, his mouth crushing mine, hot and demanding. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I melt into him, my body reacting to the dominance in his kiss. His lips are rough, his stubble scratching against my skin, but it only makes me want more.

Behind me, Misha’s hands slide under my shirt, his fingers exploring the bare skin of my waist, my hips. His touch is intoxicating. Danni comes in next, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I’m surrounded by them, consumed by them, and I can’t get enough. The feeling of their bodies against mine, their rough hands on my skin, their lips claiming every inch of me—it’s overwhelming in the best way.

The heat between us rises with every second, the air thick with tension and desire. I’m lost in it, in them, and I don’t ever want to be found.

VITO

She’s ours now. Completely fucking ours. The way she moans into my mouth, the way her body arches into Misha’s touch—it’s all the proof I need. She wants this. She wants us.

My hands move down to the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head, revealing her perfect tits. The sight of her, bare and trembling with desire, is enough to make my control snap.

“Fuck, Isa,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “You have no idea what you do to us.”

DANNI

I can’t take it anymore. I pull her back against me, my hands exploring every inch of her soft, warm skin. I nip at her neck, her collarbone, leaving little marks that I know will remind her of tonight.

Sal’s got her pinned between him and Vito now, his hands tracing the line of her spine, his lips everywhere he can reach. Misha’s watching, eyes dark with lust.

This moment, this feeling—it’s fucking everything.

ISA

The second Danni touches me, my whole body takes fire. His fingers are rough against my skin, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. But it’s not fear. It’s something darker, deeper that sends heat rushing between my thighs.

I don’t move, don’t speak. I just let myself get lost in the moment, in the pull of the raw energy that fills the room.

The room feels too small, too hot. My body is buzzing, alive with anticipation as they move closer, surrounding me.

Vito’s hands slide up my thighs, the roughness of his calloused palms against my bare skin sending a shockwave of need straight to my pussy. His eyes are dark, predatory, locked on mine, and I feel my body tighten under his gaze.

“You’re trembling, princess,” he murmurs, his voice low, vibrating through me. His fingers dip under the hem of my shirt, teasing the sensitive skin just below my navel. “Scared?”

“No,” I whisper, but it comes out shaky, betraying the turmoil raging inside me.

He grins, slow and dark. “Good. Because tonight, we’re not holding back.”

Sal steps in from the side. His breath is hot against my ear, his voice a low rumble. “We’ve wanted you for so long, Isa. Do you have any idea what you do to us?”

I bite my lip, my pulse racing as their hands move over me, teasing, exploring. I can feel the heat of their bodies, the intensity of their need pressing in on me from all sides. I’m surrounded, consumed, and fuck, I want it. I want them.

Vito’s hand slides down between my legs, his fingers brushing over the lace of my panties. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, his eyes narrowing as he watches my reaction. “This pussy’s dripping for us, isn’t it?”

I nod, biting my lip harder to keep from moaning. The heat of his hand against me is unbearable, and when he presses harder, rubbing his thumb over my clit, I can’t stop the gasp that escapes me.

“Fuck, she’s soaked,” Sal murmurs, his fingers sliding up the back of my neck, gripping my hair as he tilts my head back. “You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven’t you, baby?”

I don’t answer, can’t. I’m too lost in the sensation of their hands on me, their voices in my ear, the roughness of their touch driving me closer to the edge.

Misha moves in behind me, his big hands gripping my hips, pulling me back against his chest. His breath is hot against my neck as he leans in, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. “We’re going to fuck you, Isa. All of us. You want that? Wanna take all our cocks, let us fill this tight little pussy.”

I shudder at his words, my thighs clenching involuntarily at the thought of it. My body is on fire, the heat between my legs unbearable as the tension grows higher and higher inside me.

VITO

Her body’s fucking begging for it. I can feel the way her pussy’s pulsing under my fingers, slick and ready. I pull her panties to the side, my thumb rubbing slow circles over her clit, just enough to keep her on the edge, but not enough to let her fall.

“You like that, don’t you, princess?” I murmur, my other hand sliding up her shirt to cup her full, round tits. “You like being at our mercy.”

Her breath hitches, and I know I’m right. I know she wants this just as much as we do. I can feel it in the way her body reacts, the way her pussy clenches under my touch, the way she arches, begging for more.

Sal moves to the front, his hands gripping her thighs as he spreads her legs wider, his eyes dark with lust as he watches me work her clit. “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside this pretty pussy.”

I chuckle, my fingers teasing her entrance, feeling how wet and ready she is. “You’re gonna have to wait your turn, brother.”

He grins, his gaze flicking to Isa’s face, watching the way her lush lips part, her breath ragged. “That’s okay. I’ll watch,” the motherfucker replies, rubbing his hard dick through his sweats.

ISA

The movement of Vito’s fingers between my legs is driving me insane. He’s teasing me, keeping me on the edge but never letting me come. My body is trembling, my skin burning, my pussy throbbing with need. I want more. I need more.

Sal’s hands slide up my thighs, pushing them apart even wider, and I can feel the weight of his stare, the intensity of his desire as he watches Vito finger me.

“You want it?” Vito growls, his voice dark and commanding. “Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me how bad you want my cock.”

I swallow hard, my throat tight, my body screaming for release. “I want it,” I whisper, my voice shaky. “Want you to fuck me.”

Vito grins, his eyes flashing with something dark and possessive. “Good girl.”

Before I can process what’s happening, he pulls his fingers away, and I whimper at the loss. But then he’s there, his thick cock pressing against my entrance, and all I can think about is how much I need him inside me.

He rubs the thick head through my folds, getting himself wet, then thrusts in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one rough stroke, and I cry out, my body arching off the bed as pleasure explodes through me.

SAL

Fuck, watching her take Vito’s cock like that is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her pussy’s squeezing him like she was fucking made for it. I can feel my dick straining against my pants, desperate to be inside her, but I force myself to wait. I want to watch her come first. I want to see her fall apart.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” I murmur, my hand sliding between her legs, my fingers brushing over her clit as Vito fucks her. “You’re gonna come for us, aren’t you, baby? Gonna cream all over his cock.”

She moans, her magnificent body writhing between us, and I know she’s close. I can see it in the way her thighs clench, the way her breath comes in shallow gasps, the way her pussy’s clenching around Vito’s dick.

Vito grunts, his hips slamming into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. “Fuck, she’s fucking perfect,” he growls, his voice rough with lust. “Gonna make me come.”

But he doesn’t slow down, doesn’t let up. He’s relentless, pounding into her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

ISA

I can’t think. Can’t breathe. All I feel is the overwhelming pleasure building inside me, the heat of Vito’s cock stretching me, filling me, driving me higher and higher. Sal’s fingers on my clit, pushing me over the edge, and I feel my orgasm building inside me.

“Oh God,” I gasp, my voice shaking as the pleasure crashes through me. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come.”

Sal grins, his fingers moving faster, rubbing my clit in maddening circles. “That’s it, baby. Let go.”

And I do. The orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train, crashing through me in wave after wave of pleasure. My whole body shakes, my pussy clenching around Vito’s cock as the pleasure explodes through me.

DANNI

Watching her fall apart like that is enough to drive me fucking insane. I’ve been hard since the second we walked into this room, and now I need to be inside her. I need to feel her tight, wet cunt wrapped around my dick.

“Move over,” I growl at Vito, pulling my cock out of my pants, thick and ready.

Vito grins, pulling out of her slowly, his cock glistening with her juices. “Don’t break her, O’Malley.”

“Not promising shit,” I grunt, as I position myself between Isa’s legs.

I grip her hips, lifting her ass off the bed, and thrust into her in one hard stroke. She’s so fucking wet, still dripping from my best friend, her pussy slick with cream, and the way she clenches around me—fuck.

I lean down, my lips brushing hers as I growl, “You’re gonna take every inch of my fat cock, princess.”

She moans, her body arching into mine, big tits pressing into my chest, her pebbled nipples rubbing against my thin layer of hair. I can feel the way her pussy’s gripping me, pulling me deeper. She’s fucking perfect.

My hips slam into hers, my cock buried deep in her slick tightness.

I feel her body shudder under me, her fingers gripping the sheets as I pound into her, rough and relentless. Her moans fill the room, loud and desperate, and it’s the hottest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

I fuck her like I’ve never fucked anyone before, driving into her like a man possessed. The slick sound of my cock moving in and out of her pussy fills the room, and the way she’s gripping me, milking me, makes my head spin.

I can feel the heat building, the tickle in my balls and at the base of my spine, and I know I’m close. But I want her to come again. I want to feel her fall apart around my cock before I let go.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growl, my breath ragged as I slam into her. “I’m gonna fill this perfect pussy with my cum.”

Isa’s moan is broken, her body shaking under me, and I know she’s close. My hand slides between us, my fingers rubbing her clit, hard and fast, and within seconds, she’s coming again, her pussy clenching tight around my cock as she cries out my name.

VITO

Watching her come like that—watching her take Danni’s big dick, her body trembling with pleasure—is enough to drive me fucking wild. I can barely hold myself back, my cock aching to be inside her again.

Danni steps back, breathing hard, his chest heaving.

I don’t waste a second. I move in, lifting her legs and positioning myself at her entrance. Her pussy’s swollen and soaked with cum, and fuck, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I thrust into her with one hard stroke, burying myself to the hilt. Her body jerks under me, her moan muffled by Sal’s mouth as he kisses her, his hands gripping her tits, squeezing them roughly. Pinching and rolling her erect nipples.

ISA

The pleasure is too much, and I can barely keep up with it. Vito’s cock is so thick, so deep inside me, stretching me to the point of pain, but I fucking love it. I love the way he fills me, the way they all take turns, each one of them using my body like it’s theirs to do with as they wish.

Because it is. I’m theirs.

Vito’s thrusts grow harder, faster, and I know he’s close. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, and when he slams into me one last time, he groans, his breath hot against my skin as he fills me with his cum.

MISHA

Her skin is slick with sweat, and I can see the way her pussy is glistening with cum, dripping from her swollen lips. Fuck, she’s never been so beautiful.

“You ready for me, princess?” I ask, gripping my cock, positioning myself at her entrance.

She nods, her eyes half-lidded, her body trembling.

I push inside her, slow and steady, letting her feel every inch of me. She gasps, her back arching off the bed, and I grunt, my hands gripping her full hips as I thrust into her, deep and slow.

“Fuck,” I growl, my voice rough as I pick up the pace. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her pussy grips me like a vice, wet and hot and perfect, and I can feel the pressure building, the need to come growing stronger with every thrust.

But I want her to come one more time. I want to feel her fall apart around me, milk my cock until I can’t hold back anymore.

I reach down, slide a finger between her asscheeks, feeling her soaked there too, and slowly push through the tight ring of muscles. She cries out, her body shaking, and within seconds, she’s coming again, her pussy clenching tight around me, milking me for all I’m worth.

I groan, my hips slamming into hers one last time as I come.

SAL

We lay there panting, bodies covered in sweat, the thick scent of sex filling the air. Isa’s lying back against the pillows, wrecked.

And fuck if that’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Look at you, baby,” I murmur, brushing her hair back from her face. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She gives me a lazy smile, her eyes half-closed, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. “You guys really know how to treat a girl.”

We all laugh, the tension in the room finally breaking as we settle next to our girl, wrapping her in our arms, keeping her safe and warm.

“You’re ours, Isa,” Vito murmurs, his lips brushing her forehead. “And we’re never letting you go.”