Chapter Twenty
Nina's POV
The house felt different after my father left.
Lighter somehow. Like a weight I'd been carrying had finally lifted. Or maybe it was just me who felt different. Freer. Like I'd finally stopped fighting gravity and learned to fly instead.
Dante's fever had broken completely. The doctor cleared him for light activity, though he was supposed to rest for another week. Enzo's arm was healing well. Nikolai's side was already scarring over, the bullet wound fading to a pink line.
They were recovering. The house was being repaired. Guards had been doubled. And I…
I was theirs.
Publicly. Irrevocably. By choice.
Three days had passed since I'd kissed Dante in front of my father. Three days of heated looks and stolen touches and a tension so thick I could barely breathe through it.
But nothing more.
Dante was still healing. Enzo was handling the fallout from the attack, coordinating with their network, hunting down whoever had sent those men. Nikolai was managing security, making sure the house was locked down tighter than a vault.
And I was going slowly insane with wanting.
I'd crossed the line. I'd admitted how I felt. I'd chosen them.
But I hadn't had them.
Not yet.
Not the way my body was screaming for.
I stood in my bathroom, staring at my reflection. I'd showered and changed into a simple black dress that Nana had left on my bed. It was soft, comfortable, cut just low enough to hint at curves without being obvious.
My hair fell in damp waves over my shoulders. My skin was flushed from the hot water. My eyes looked different somehow. Darker. Hungrier.
I looked like a woman who'd made a choice and was ready to follow through.
A knock at my door made my pulse spike.
"Come in," I called.
Enzo stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He'd showered too, his hair still damp, wearing dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that showed off his muscular frame. The bandage on his arm was gone now, just a clean white scar visible beneath his sleeve.
His eyes swept over me, heated and appreciative. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you."
He walked closer, moving with that controlled grace that made everything he did seem deliberate. Dangerous. "Dante wants to see you. In his room."
My heart stuttered. "Is he okay?"
"He's fine." A small smile played at Enzo's lips. "More than fine. He's… impatient."
"Impatient for what?"
"You." He reached out, tucked a strand of damp hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my skin, warm and rough. "We all are."
The words sent heat pooling low in my belly. "I don't understand."
"Don't you?" His hand slid down to cup my jaw, tilting my face up to his. "You told us you need us. You kissed Dante in front of witnesses. You claimed us publicly."
"Yes."
"Now we're going to claim you back." His thumb brushed over my lower lip. "Properly. Completely. The way we've been wanting to since the moment you walked through our door."
My breath caught. "All of you?"
"All of us." His eyes burned into mine. "If that's what you want."
Was it?
Three men. At once. Sharing me. Owning me. Taking me together.
It should have terrified me. Should have made me run.
Instead, it made me ache.
"Yes," I whispered. "That's what I want."
Enzo's smile was slow and wicked. "Then come with me, princess. Let's give you exactly what you've been craving."
He took my hand and led me out of my room, down the hallway, to Dante's door.
It was already open.
Inside, Dante sat on the edge of his bed, shirtless, his shoulder still bandaged but the rest of him gloriously bare. His dark eyes found mine immediately, heating with possessive hunger.
Nikolai stood by the window, arms crossed, watching me with that intense Russian stare that made my knees weak. He'd ditched his shirt too, all tattooed muscle and controlled power.
They'd been waiting for me.
Planning this.
"Close the door, Enzo," Dante said, his voice low and commanding.
Enzo obeyed, the soft click of the lock sliding home impossibly loud in the quiet room.
Then all three of them were looking at me.
Predators. Powerful. Mine.
"Come here, baby," Dante ordered.
I walked to him on shaking legs. Stopped when I was close enough to touch.
His hand came up, fingers wrapping around my wrist, pulling me between his spread thighs. "Do you know what you do to us?"
I shook my head, not trusting my voice.
"You drive us insane," he continued, his other hand sliding up my thigh, bunching the fabric of my dress. "Walking around this house. Looking at us with those big eyes. Biting your lip when you think we're not watching. Sleeping in a room between ours and making us listen to you breathe through the walls."
"I didn't—"
"We know." His hand tightened on my thigh. "We know you didn't do it on purpose. That's what makes it worse. You're not even trying and we can barely think straight."
Enzo moved behind me, his chest pressing against my back, his hands settling on my hips. "We've been patient," he murmured against my ear. "Waiting for you to be ready. Waiting for you to choose. But now that you have…"
"Now we're done waiting," Nikolai finished, walking closer. He stopped in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. "Tell us to stop and we will. But if you want this, if you want us, we're going to take you the way we've been fantasizing about for weeks."
My whole body was trembling. With fear. With anticipation. With need so fierce it hurt.
"I want this," I whispered. "I want you. All of you."
Dante's smile was dark and satisfied. "Good girl."
Then he pulled me down and kissed me.
It was different from the first kiss. Slower. Deeper. More thorough. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming, tasting, owning. His hands fisted in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me while he kissed me like he was trying to devour me whole.
Behind me, Enzo's hands slid up my sides, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress. The sound of it lowering was obscenely loud. Cool air hit my skin as the fabric parted.
I gasped into Dante's mouth.
He swallowed the sound, kissed me harder.
Enzo pushed the dress off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
"Beautiful," Enzo murmured, his hands skimming over my newly exposed skin. "So fucking beautiful."
Nikolai's fingers traced the line of my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast. "Ours," he said, like he was branding the word into my skin.
Dante finally released my mouth, both of us breathing hard. His eyes raked over me, dark with possession and hunger. "On the bed. Now."
I climbed onto the bed on shaking legs. Lay back against the pillows, my heart racing so fast I thought it might explode.
All three of them stood at the foot of the bed, looking at me like I was a feast they were about to devour.
"We're going to worship every inch of you," Dante said, his voice rough. "Make you scream our names. Make you forget you were ever anyone's but ours."
"But first," Enzo added, his eyes gleaming, "we're going to make you beg."
Meanwhile - Across the City
Isabela's POV
I stared at my phone, rage burning through my veins like acid.
The message was short. Brutal. Final.
Your services are no longer required. Don't contact us again. - D
Don't contact us again.
Like I was nothing. Like I hadn't been warming their beds for two years. Like I was disposable.
Because of her.
That pathetic little girl they'd bought like livestock. That scared child who didn't know the first thing about pleasing men like them.
I'd seen the way they looked at her. Seen the way they protected her. Heard the rumors about the attack, about Dante taking a bullet for her.
They'd never taken a bullet for me.
Never looked at me the way they looked at her.
Never made me feel like I mattered beyond the physical release I provided.
And now I was being discarded.
For her.
My hands clenched around the phone hard enough to make the screen crack.
No.
No, this wasn't over.
If they thought they could just throw me away, they were wrong. If they thought that little bitch could just waltz in and take what was mine, they had another thing coming.
I'd been patient. Professional. I'd played by their rules.
But if they wanted to discard me like trash, then I'd stop playing nice.
I pulled up a different contact. One I'd been careful to keep secret. One that could burn their entire world down if I gave him the right information.
Victor Alvarez had come to me three weeks ago. Desperate. Asking questions about his daughter. About where she was being kept. About the security at the house.
I'd told him I didn't know anything. That I was just hired entertainment.
I'd lied.
Because I knew everything. The security codes. The guard rotations. The blind spots in their defenses. The panic room location. Everything.
And Victor had offered me a lot of money for that information.
I'd turned him down then.
But now?
Now I had nothing to lose.
I typed out a message.
I'm ready to talk. Call me.
I hit send before I could second-guess myself.
Three minutes later, my phone rang.
"Isabela," Victor's voice was eager. Desperate. "You have information?"
"I have everything you need," I said, my voice cold. "Guard schedules. Security codes. When they're most vulnerable. Where she sleeps. All of it."
"What do you want in return?"
I smiled, dark and vicious. "Money. Two million dollars. And I want to watch when you take her."
A pause. "Take her where?"
"Away from them. Far away. Somewhere they'll never find her." I leaned back in my chair, satisfaction curling through me. "I want her gone. I want them to suffer. And I want to be there when their world falls apart."
Another pause. Longer this time. Then: "Deal. When can we meet?"
"Tomorrow. I'll send you a location." I hung up before he could say anything else.
Let them have their little night together. Let them think they'd won.
Because in forty-eight hours, I was going to tear their world apart.
And that scared little girl who thought she could take my place?
She was going to learn exactly what happened to women who tried to steal what was mine.
Back at the House
Nina's POV
Dante's mouth was on my neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks I'd see tomorrow. Enzo's hands had unhooked my bra, his palms cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I arched into his touch.
Nikolai knelt between my legs, his fingers tracing patterns on my inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where I needed him most but never quite touching.
"Please," I gasped.
"Please what?" Dante murmured against my throat.
"Touch me. Please. I need—"
"We know what you need, baby." His teeth grazed my pulse point. "But you're going to have to be more specific."
Enzo pinched my nipple, making me cry out. "Use your words, princess. Tell us exactly what you want."
My face burned. I'd never done this before. Never begged. Never told a man what I needed.
But they were waiting. Watching. Their hands paused, holding me on the edge of pleasure but not giving me what I craved.
"I need you inside me," I whispered. "All of you. Please."
Nikolai's eyes blazed. "That's my good little kitten."
His fingers finally, finally slid higher. Found the wet heat of me through my panties.
I moaned, my hips bucking into his touch.
"So wet," he murmured appreciatively. "So ready for us."
He hooked his fingers in the fabric and pulled. The panties tore easily, the sound obscene in the quiet room.
Then his mouth was on me.
I screamed.
Dante swallowed the sound with a kiss while Enzo's mouth closed over my nipple. Nikolai's tongue worked between my legs, licking and sucking and driving me absolutely insane.
Too much. It was too much. Three mouths. Six hands. All of them touching me, tasting me, claiming me.
"That's it," Dante praised against my lips. "Let go. Let us have you."
The pleasure built higher and higher, coiling tight in my belly, threatening to shatter me.
Nikolai's tongue found that perfect spot. Enzo's teeth grazed my nipple. Dante's hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, owning.
I shattered.
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, drowning me in sensation. I screamed their names, bucking and shaking and completely losing control.
They didn't stop. Didn't give me a chance to recover. Just kept touching, kept driving me higher, until I was coming again before the first orgasm had even finished.
"Beautiful," Enzo murmured, his eyes dark with hunger. "Absolutely beautiful."
Dante kissed me again, softer this time. "We're just getting started, baby. By the time we're done with you, you won't remember your own name. Just ours."
Nikolai looked up from between my legs, his beard wet with me, his eyes blazing. "Ready for more, kitten?"
I nodded, too wrecked to speak.
He smiled, dark and wicked.
"Good. Because we're nowhere near finished with you yet."