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“Jesus, Enzo, she feels so good,” Rafael grounds out as he empties inside me, fingers bruising my waist.

Enzo strokes my clit, teasing another orgasm, as Rafael catches his breath. After a moment, he carefully slides out and lays down on the bed. Enzo flips us so I’m beneath him, grips onto my thighs and lifts them higher to slam into me so hard I cry out. The orgasm isn’t lost. I’m still hanging on by a thread. Over and over again he thrusts into me, Rafael’s cum dripping from my ass and pooling on the bed beneath me.

“Angel, you feel so fucking good,” he says, leaning down to take my mouth. “So good I’m going to come. You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Yes, give me your cum.”

He groans a low, rumbling sound as his body shudders and his thrusts turn to a grind against me. His pelvis hits my clit, giving enough pressure to send me spiraling.

“Oh—Enzo, I’m coming too!”

“Yes, angel. Yes,” he hisses, rolling his hips against me, and working me through another mind-blowing orgasm. Enzo kisses my lips, before burying his face against my neck. His body is hot, flushed, and covered in a layer of sweat that has him smelling so damn good.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers. “So fucking perfect.” He kisses my neck, my jaw, my lips. He rolls off me, settling between Rafael and me. He pulls me into his arms, nuzzling his face into my hair.

Okay, so no cuddling for them. Good to know.

For a long while, the room is filled with nothing but heavy breathing, until Rafael announces he’s going to take a shower. He gets up from the bed and disappears through a door that must lead to a bathroom.

“How do you feel?” Enzo asks.

“Tired.”

He chuckles and kisses my forehead.

“Then sleep, angel.”

And I do.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Vincenzo

It’s been about a month since Rafael returned, and though we haven’t renegotiated the contract, the three of us have enjoyed each other’s company at least once a week. Neither me nor Jordan has been with Rafael alone, and I’m okay with that. We haven’t discussed the situation further, but the time is coming when we will have to, if only to fix the contract for Rafael’s sake. He’s the one who relies on it, and I don’t want him to think I’m not respecting his wishes any longer. Jordan and I, though? We’ve enjoyed each other almost every night over the past month, and times in between too. I can’t get enough of my wife’s pussy, and I’m proud to say it seems she can’t get enough of me either.

Finally.

I have a surprise for my wife tonight, and I hope it’s something she enjoys and doesn’t take the wrong way. I don’t want this to set us back. In fact, I’m hoping it’s the right thing to do to move us forward.

Today, I’m moving Jordan into my room.

My bedroom is a safe space for me, always has been. It’s dark with limited decorations and distractions because it needs to be a relaxing place. Her clothes will be moved into my closet, her hygiene stuff, toiletries, and make-up into my bathroom. I hope she’ll be as happy to spend the nights in my arms as I will be to have her there.

I’d thought of it many times over the last month but couldn’t do it until I was ready. This is a big move for me. Something I’ve never done before. Sharing my house is one thing, but my bedroom? It’s a big step. I don’t allow people into my bedroom. Even Rafael has never set foot here.

But I’m going to need Jordan tonight, so I’d planned this accordingly. Coming home to her waiting for me in my bed is the light at the end of the dark day ahead of me. Because tonight, I have to do something terrible. Something my brothers will hate me for, something that may kick me in the ass later on, but it’s our best shot. If I don’t do this, we’re going to lose everything. I’ve thought about this for days on end, trying to find a way around it, but there isn’t one. If we want to continue the Bramante line and keep everything our father has built for us, this is the only answer other than going to war. And right now, with everyone on our ass, war isn’t a good answer. Especially with the next meeting coming up soon.

It’s been quiet around the cities. Too quiet. That only means one thing in our world.

It’s normal for there to be small battles between families and members. Testing and pushing buttons. Stealing and stepping on toes. We wouldn’t be who we are if we didn’t push boundaries, but the key is to not step over that boundary. It’s like a casino. They allow a certain amount of money to go missing before it becomes a bigger problem. We allow certain transgressions to slip by without saying anything. We all do it. It’s part of the game. Everyone below us are the pawns. We let them think they’re in charge, but really, we always have eyes and ears everywhere. We always know what is going on. They’re the little fish in a sea of giant fucking monsters. Used for nothing more than keeping things going as they should.

But tonight? Tonight is different. Tonight I have to do something big because without it, my brothers and I will lose all our father has built and I can’t allow that to happen. They can be angry with me all they want. Furious. Refuse to talk to me. Disown me. Hate me. It’ll be fine because it’s a resolution. We’ll learn to co-exist. We’ll have to. Their future selves, their future families, will all thank me one day for allowing us to continue on the way we have. Because without this, we will have nothing. And I’m confident that is the last thing my brothers want.

“Is everything all set, Bernice?”

“Yes, sir,” she says tightly.

I don’t like her tone. I think it’s about time I’m rid of her. She doesn’t like my wife and I don’t understand why. She never has. Not since day one. I’d assumed she’d grow on her. That Bernice is an old grouch. But she hasn’t softened any and I don’t appreciate the way my wife acts around Bernice, putting up walls and defenses as if she has to. This is her home. She shouldn’t feel as if she has to walk around on eggshells. She doesn’t act that way with me, and I’m the one who holds all the power in this house.