by the time they finally relented, my sobs and pleas for mercy mingled with my moans of helpless pleasure.
Joseph brushed one last kiss over my swollen clit before standing and stripping off his clothes. I watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, my entire being still burning with desire for him despite my body’s exhaustion.
Once he was naked, he took me from Marco and carried me to the bed. Suddenly, Marco was beside me, his gloriously sculpted body on full display. Joseph set me down, positioning me so that I straddled Marco’s lap.
I could barely hold my trembling body upright, and Marco’s big hands bracketed my hips to support me. He lowered me into his thick, hard cock, slowly stretching my swollen folds. I whined at the rush of keen pleasure, my sex over sensitized from Joseph’s wicked ministrations. He didn’t relent, and by the time he penetrated me to the hilt, Joseph was behind me. His palm pressed between my shoulders, guiding me to rest on Marco’s chest. My back arched, offering everything to him.
We hadn’t been together like this in far too long, both of my men stretching my body to its limits. I craved for them to claim me, to overwhelm me. I wanted to join with them in the most intimate way possible, connecting all three of us and binding us together.
Joseph’s lubricated cock pressed against my asshole. His rumbling words rolled over my tingling flesh, gently urging me to relax. Marco stroked my hair back from my cheeks, murmuring soothing praise.
“You can take us, princess. Let your Master in.”
I became very aware of the delicate weight of the tiara on my head and the light warmth of the gold collar around my throat.
“Yours,” I slurred, drunk on their power over me. “I’m yours.”
Joseph pressed forward, and my body eased for him, welcoming his claim.
“Yes, babygirl,” Marco groaned, just as Joseph growled, “Mine.”
They moved inside me, slowly at first, allowing my inner muscles to accept the dual penetration. After a while, I sank deeper onto Marco, and I squeezed them both, demanding more. Joseph hissed a curse and thrust into me hard and fast, a punishment for my teasing. A starburst of pleasure lit up my world, and I screamed their names. Marco found the special spot inside me and rubbed it over and over again. My men claimed me with primal need, taking everything they desired, even as they drove me to dizzying heights of ecstasy.
My orgasm peaked with shocking force, and my core contracted. Joseph roared his release, driving deep to mark me with his seed. Marco held out for a few seconds longer, snarling as he finally succumbed to pleasure.
My men held me as we trembled with the aftershocks of our mutual bliss. I was theirs, crowned and collared. And they were mine.
Chapter Twelve
Marco
“Come on, babygirl. Joseph’s waiting at the restaurant. He just texted me saying he got a table.” I peered through the open bathroom door, checking to see why it was taking Ashlyn so long to do her hair and makeup.
She was studying her reflection in the mirror, a small smile curving her lips. She held her new tiara in place, turning her head to admire the glittering diamonds. When she noticed me watching, she gasped and set the tiara down, as though I’d caught her doing something naughty.
I chuckled and closed the distance between us. “I’m glad you like your tiara, princess. But I don’t think it would be appropriate for a lunch date.” My hands grasped her waist, and I pressed a kiss against her shoulder. “Wear it for me tonight.”
Her sapphire eyes sparkled more brightly than the diamonds. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, beaming at me.
I dropped another kiss on her creamy skin, unable to help myself. She looked so fucking adorable in her pale blue polka dot sundress that it made my heart hurt.
In an hour, I would have to leave her. Only for a little while, I told myself, as though thinking it would make it true. There was a significant probability that I’d never return from my meeting with Elio Amato.
I shoved that dark thought from my mind. Everything would be fine. I would have lunch with my family, and then I would excuse myself under the pretense of booking ferry tickets to Capri for the afternoon. Instead, I’d take the train to the neighboring city of Sant’Agnello, where Elio had agreed to meet me.
Mario had turned out to be a reliable intermediary, and as long as this