Page 31 of Run, Starlight (The Royal Ballet Presents #3)

MARCELLA

The water is piping hot when it hits my back, and I flinch away, but a big hand brings me back, forcing me to take it.

“Your muscles will thank us,” Lucciano says.

His big hands carve into my shoulders, trying to make me relax, but it’s not working as well as he wishes.

“I know. I am an athlete,” I reply.

They haven’t left me alone since they took me from Kyle, fussing over me and working on my last nerve. Lucciano more than Enzo. His eyes are too worried as if I’m about to snap at any moment. I’m not. I’m finally free.

Enzo is in high spirits. To him, blood was all that was needed to set the world right, and there’s no need to worry about anything else.

I like his perspective much more. Though I’m not sure things will be right again until all of the people who took part in my brother's death are gone and have suffered a worse fate than he did.

“You’re in shock,” Lucky says.

I snap out of my revenge thoughts and shake my head. “I’m not in shock. I’m angry. ”

Why wouldn’t I be? This is just the start. I tip my head under the shower, their words lost for a moment while I breathe in my new life. I feel Lucciano’s hand massaging me, and I hear his grave tone, but I’m not paying attention. I wonder how long we need to find the next name.

Hands close around my shoulders, and I’m rudely taken from the stream. “It’s against my religion, but I’m going to have to agree with my brother on this one. You’re headed toward a drop.”

Enzo surprises me by being too serious at this moment. Where’s the blood-hungry lunatic I fell in love with?

Love? Oh god, this is another piece of the puzzle. I can’t handle it right now, so I push it out of my mind. I need them, and that admission is enough for now.

“You don’t know anything,” I shoot back with confidence, but when I look down, I realize my hands are shaking.

I snort a laugh. I’m okay. I don’t know why this is happening, but I’m okay. I have to be okay because Kyle Kelper is dead, so the world is a better place now. I’m obviously okay.

I lift my hands, and the shaking is so bad that they blur in front of my face.

“Shh, you’re okay, you’re okay,” Lucciano murmurs in my ear, and for no reason at all, my tears fall. They are hot and catch me unaware.

I’m not sad. I’m the furthest I’ve been from sad in years, but the tears pour, and without a warning, a sob breaks free.

My trembling hand covers my mouth as if I can keep it to myself, hidden from them, but it doesn’t work.

A sob turns into another and then another.

I’m exorcising a demon from right in the middle of my chest. It hurts to do it.

It carves into my insides, and I feel claws ripping into my skin. Oh god .

“It will get easier each time, Marcella,” Enzo whispers at my back. “Each time a piece of that grief will leave you, and killing gets easier.”

Is this how he feels every time?

The sobs continue, and they both climb into the shower to hold me, right when my knees give out.

Lucciano takes my back, never letting me fall, and my head tips back to his chest. I can’t stop crying.

It’s impossible to contain it all inside.

Enzo comes in front, his eyes so tender as he grabs a sponge and starts cleaning me.

His touch is careful, tenderness I didn’t expect from him.

I let them clean each inch of me, and I cry as they do.

Lucciano whispers in my ear. He promises me I’ll be okay and reminds me I’m safe.

I’m always safe as long as I have them as my protectors.

By the time I’m clean, I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m gloriously calm and grateful for their attention.

My vision isn’t blurry anymore now that the tears have dried up. I smile at Enzo, and he smiles back. I notice for the first time how naked he is. His cock is hard and begging for attention. I lick my lips, and I can’t stop myself. He told me to follow my instincts and take what I want.

I don’t have to explain my desires to them, so I drop to my knees and my lips slip over his cock, my tongue following.

“Whoa, fuck, Marcella.” It feels so damn good to take him by surprise for once when he’s always getting the drop on me.

Awareness prickles my skin when I feel Lucciano's eyes on me. He shifts and lowers down too, and his hand starts kneading my ass. His attention wasn’t sexual a moment before, yet in no time his hands lower to my pussy, rubbing me as I blow his brother.

I moan around Enzo. He curses when I do.

I look up to him, obsessed with the way he watches me.

I’m caught in the moment when I feel Lucciano’s tongue sliding over my sore pussy.

We’ve fucked so much and in so many ways since we’ve been here, and I’m not used to all this dick.

But that sting quickly fades away under his tongue.

Enzo moans in a glorious male symphony of pleasure. I would dance to the sound, but that would simply be fucking in front of a crowd because the natural answer to it is a writhing of bodies.

“She’s even sweeter now,” Lucciano murmurs into my pussy as his tongue slides up and down, exploring my piercing and finding all my most sensitive spots. He already knows how to eat me exactly how I like, and my legs are shaking in no time.

“She let go of everything holding her back,” Enzo says, as if Lucciano’s revelation is obvious. “I can’t wait to taste her in her natural element.”

“She’s so good.” He sounds half possessed, and in the next move, he shoves his tongue deep inside me, the tip flicking against my G-spot.

I come fast and hard, my juices spilling out of me and over his face.

Enzo comes right after me, seeming to respond directly to my pleasure.

The ropes of cum splash the back of my throat, and I swallow everything, greedy as hell, not wanting to miss one drop from the man who helped me get my revenge.

Once I’m done, I look down at the man who has worried about my heart and innocence since day one, who wanted me, and went against his own moral judgment to have me. I turn around, putting my mouth to his cock, but before I can taste it, I look over my shoulder with a coy smile.

“Are you sure you want this?” I tease as I move to skim the head softly over my lips .

“Need it,” he grunts as I slide him into my mouth.

I expect to take him long and slow, but much to my surprise, he grabs me by the back of my hair and begins to fuck my throat. I can’t breathe and gag.

“Relax, Miss Marcella,” Enzo coos behind me. “Take all of him.”

I do, opening my throat and allowing Lucciano to use me however he sees fit. Soon enough, he comes too, and all three of us are spent on the bottom of the shower.

“So who’s next, Little Star?” Lucciano asks, and my heart rate jumps with excitement.

Hearing him ask means he understands this is just the beginning. He’s in, and we are doing this together. One by one, all of Fabrizio’s tormentors will be in the ground.

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell them. “They're all going to pay.”