Page 48 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)

Taylor

Six months later

T ommaso rolls over and lies on his back, his cum dripping from my pussy like the fucking Niagra Falls.

“Fuck!” I have no energy left to support my body as I lie beside him, my heart racing as my limbs turn to jelly.

“You have ruined me.” I groan as my body reminds me he went in hard on it today.

Tommaso has been educating me in the pleasures of domination, commanding me to bend to his will, rewarding me with more pleasure than my body can stand.

My time is shared equally between the brothers and I sometimes wonder if orgasms are a threat to life because I’ve enjoyed way more than my fair share of them ever since I set up home with the Caruso brothers.

It’s been the best time of my life. We alternate between the Freedom Ranch and The Artemis, and each brother plays a different role in my life.

Tommaso is my educator, my master if you like. Our time together is on the understanding that I do what he says because he has my best interests at heart—always.

Giorgio is different. He is the wicked spark that lights my soul.

We play hard, break the rules, and he forces me into situations no woman should ever be in.

Sex with him is all-encompassing, pushing the boundaries, bordering on insanity.

He is the devil inside me and forces me into situations I shouldn’t crave as much as I do.

He is teaching me the art of the blade—torture and enforcement. We practice on his enemies, their screams lighting the passion between us. His blade has dragged against my skin several times over, marking me as his, with no permanent marks left, a skill that impresses me the more he uses it.

Then there’s Matteo. My rock, my protector and the guardian of my well-being.

He nurtures, protects and provides, and I sleep with him most nights.

If he’s out of town, that pleasure usually goes to Tommaso because Giorgio is a night owl who loves to prowl the streets when they are at their worst. He boxes for fun, not for the money, and enjoys poker and gambling, not bothered if he wins or loses as long as it’s without cheating.

He drinks, smokes and watches shows but never touches another woman, and I am confident of that.

Three brothers, all very different, and one woman who has been given the keys to life.

I wouldn’t change a thing; this is who I am: Taylor Caruso in spirit rather than name, and I always will be all the time I breathe.

“I’m not sure I can face this evening.”

I groan as I’m reminded that Matteo wants me to accompany him to a gala at a rival hotel.

“Then bale on him.” Tommaso chuckles softly. “Tell him you have a prior engagement being tied to my bed tonight.”

“If I could survive the night, I would love that.”

I shift, flicking him an anguished smile. “You know I love you, honey, but Matteo has plans. We’ll revisit that thought though. Tomorrow he’s out of town on business; the night will be ours.”

“It’s a date.”

His wicked grin causes me to sigh. “I should freshen up. I must be ready in one hour, and we haven’t eaten yet.”

He leans back and watches me stumble from the bed, my pussy on fire, my ass red from the spanking he inflicted on it not that long ago.

“You bloom well under fire, princess.”

I rub my ass, wincing as it smarts under my touch. Wondering how he overcame my demons regarding spanking, courtesy of my stepfather. It was yet another fear he made me face, and I’ve developed a taste for it that beggars belief.

“Why do I love it so much? ”

I reference the wanton beast he has created as he introduced me to pleasure and pain, and he grins. “Because I’m good at it, probably.”

“Too good.” I head to the shower with a self-satisfied smile. Tomorrow will be a good one; they always are.

Matteo is waiting, looking every inch the masculine billionaire he is as he waits for me by the roaring fire, a glass of whiskey burning against the light in his hand.

He is wearing his usual black tux, a black shirt in place of the usual white one, His eyes are hungry as they rake over the scraps of material that wind around my body, exposing bare skin in discreet places as I walk, the skirt flaring out beneath my ass, swishing as I walk.

My heels are high; they always are with him, and the silver fabric glistens as I move, the expensive jewelry on my neck and arms testament to the number of gifts they keep on giving me.

Every day is my birthday now; there is always a thoughtful gift waiting for me at the breakfast table.

Flowers delivered frequently and treats lined up to fill my time.

I am Matteo’s queen, Giorgio’s pupil and Tommaso’s slave, and I love every minute of my time with them.

Matteo’s expression is hungry as he feasts on my curves, and as I draw closer, he says huskily, “Turn around.”

I do as he says, and as his fingers dust against my neck, he snaps a choker around it, tightening against my skin.

“Another gift?” My fingers fly over the diamonds that are smooth against them.

“It’s a reminder to everyone present that you are mine.”

He kisses my neck, his stubble grazing against my delicate skin, and my pussy throbs with desire against the inked skin.

I now bear three names on my body. Giorgio on my ass, Matteo inside one thigh and Tommaso on the other, reminding them they possess a third share of me but share my heart equally.

I turn and stare lovingly into Matteo’s eyes and whisper, “Thank you.”

He nods, and I stand on tiptoe and run my fingers through his hair, kissing him softly, a low growl my only response.

When I pull away, he says gruffly, “The car is waiting.”

“But it’s not far; we could walk.”

“In those heels?”

He reminds me of one weakness I have yet to conquer, and I blush because, no matter how hard I try, these things are my nemesis and will cripple me in the end.

“You make a valid point.”

I take his arm—ever the gentleman and as we leave via the private elevator, I wonder how I got so lucky.

My life is perfect, three times more perfect than I imagined and as we step out into the lobby, I take Matteo’s arm and smile as the guards close around us and we move away as a pack, incredulous gazes following our progress as they watch a king with his queen.

Thank you for reading my first ‘Why Choose’ romance.