Page 28 of Run, Starlight (The Royal Ballet Presents #3)

MARCELLA

His mouth takes mine with enthusiasm. Lucciano always kisses like he wants to devour me and take my soul. I go on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he growls into my mouth when my chest rubs against him. Even with his shirt between us, the feeling sets me on fire.

His hand sinks into my hair, and he takes control, showing me how he wants me. “You drive me crazy.”

We are all at the edge of madness. One way or another, we are ready to jump.

I’m finally ready to do it, but I can’t without him.

My stalker. He’s my protector and always watching my back.

If Enzo is the force driving me to finish this for Fabrizio and me, Lucciano is the calm in the storm. I need him, I crave him.

I’m still kissing Lucciano when a wet splash covers my ass, Enzo’s hand immediately follows it, splitting my ass cheeks and lubricating that tight hole. I look back in shock, finding him holding a small bottle of lube.

He shrugs. “I’ve been dying to fuck your ass, Miss Marcella .”

Flames rip up my neck, making me explode with need from the inside out. I’ve never particularly wanted to be fucked that way before but everything is good with them, hot naughty and delicious.

“Do you always have to make things a production? Can’t you just?—“

“Lucky is going to fuck that tight pussy while I fuck your ass. Isn’t that right?” Enzo interrupts Lucciano’s complaint.

The idea makes me hot, my cheeks warm, and my insides turn into liquid heat, but I never did anything like that. Both at the same time? The thought is as arousing as it is intimidating. Both brothers are big in every sense of the word; they alone stretch me to my limits.

Lucciano’s fingers trail my jaw and bring my eyes back to him. “Did you like the last time we both fucked you?”

I nod. I loved having them both inside me at the same time. If I close my eyes, I still can feel Lucciano’s cock slipping past my lips at the same time Enzo fucked me. It was heaven to be used like that, to be the reason they both groaned desperately.

“Come on, Lucky,” Enzo says, pressing a finger into my ass. “Give our girl what she wants, whenever she wants. That’s what you want.”

Lucciano thinks about it for a second before he nods. Electricity crackles in the air, and my fear turns into excitement.

“Pick up your leg, Marcella,” Enzo says from behind me, and I shiver with desire.

He whispers his desire to me, and all I can do is give it to him, show him I can do that and more.

I use my perfect flexibility to stretch my leg up and over my head, fully exposing both my holes for them.

I’ve never realized how implicitly sexual ballet can be, and I see now why they were so hot watching me, imagining my naked skin beneath.

Enzo is the first to get undressed and slides his zipper down, his hard cock slips free to nudge my ass.

I can’t whimper when he starts spreading me.

It’s good, but I know I need more to take the edge off.

I bring my hand to my piercing and clit, circling slowly and my shoulders relax.

Suddenly, I feel Lucciano’s hand removing mine before he takes over my clit.

“There you go. That feels good, baby girl?”

I relax into Enzo, and he goes in, I moan and tip my ass back begging for more. “I love it.”

“Fuck,” Lucky grits, but he’s watching the spot his brother penetrates me. “Do you like that?” he asks.

“I’d like it even more if you were inside me too.”

He groans, but he doesn’t give me what I want. “See if you can take it all first. You have no idea how full you’ll be with both of us.”

God, I can’t wait. It feels so right, so good. I don’t want to be without them for a minute longer. “Enzo, tell him to fuck me.”

Enzo is usually with me in this, but he says nothing.

He just slides an inch deeper. I cry out as he does, unused to the sensation.

There’s a touch of pain, but mostly it’s uncomfortable, with a slight edge of wrong.

Lucciano holds my face. He can’t hide the smirk playing on his lips.

His other hand slips to my raised leg and helps me support it.

I’m shaking in pain and need, but I know it’s not enough.

It won’t be until they are both inside me.

“I want you in me too,” I grit. I crave that feeling. I know it’s going to be a lot, but I need the intensity of them both inside me.

Enzo groans and pushes the last inch inside me. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. Jesus Christ,” he says, resting his forehead against my back.

I throw my head back. “Lucciano, I’m ready. I can take it, please.”

Enzo chuckles. “She needs it, bad.”

I wish I could curse him, but he’s right.

I think Lucciano will refuse me again, but he surprises me by making quick work of his pants.

I salivate when he takes his cock out, and it’s hard and leaking a thick pearl of cum.

He doesn’t torture me anymore, and I’m grateful for that.

He slides his cock up and down my lips only once to coat himself before dipping inside.

My mouth falls open in shock when he makes his way inside me. It’s a lot at once. I can’t breathe, and Lucciano is not even fully seated.

“Touch yourself, Little Star. Relax for me,” Lucciano says.

Enzo grunts and grabs my hair, sinking his teeth into my neck as I go back to my clit and work myself up again, releasing any doubts.

“Enzo, slow fucking down,” Lucciano orders.

“Can’t,” the brother behind me says.

They are going to drive me insane. Lucciano curses in Italian, but he goes in, inch by inch, filling me completely. He takes my breast in his hand, his thumb teases my nipple, and the two of them finally start to work together, one beautiful rhythm that has me mewling like an animal.

“Are you okay, Miss Marcella?” Enzo asks.

“Too good, might die,” I answer, making him laugh.

I rub myself a little faster, chasing my orgasm, my pussy twitches, my pleasure uncontrollable, and when it happens, it’s wet and desperate. They both groan for me.

“Milking our cocks so good, Little Star,” Lucciano growls.

“She’s so incredible,” Enzo says. “Look at her taking us so good.”

His brother agrees, and their praise is everything to my ears, especially when they come. They fill me, cocks pulsing as they come in time with each other. The rhythmic beat is the most inspiring thing I’ve ever felt, and I can’t wait to explain it to a composer.

They take up all the space inside me, all the dark corners and holes. They changed who I am for something better—stronger and free. There’s only us in this world, and I’m ready to become who I’m meant to be.