Page 43 of Single Mom’s Mafia Daddies (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection #22)

One Year Later

“Mama, mama, look what Papa taught me.” Leo screeched through the library and slid to a stop at my side. He held up a wooden airplane. “Isn’t it cool? And it really flies.” He threw it into the air with a whoop and craned his neck to watch the plane zip through the air.

“Which papa, Leo?” I rocked Lucy side to side. She cooed and blinked, her tiny fists waving.

“All three of them.” Leo climbed up onto the table and jumped off, catching the plane and zooming it around in a circle. He reached the edge of the table and jumped again before I could warn him of the danger.

“I’m going to fly it outside tomorrow.” He frowned at the darkness outside the library windows. “It’s too late now. Papa Renzo says it’s bedtime.”

“Papa Renzo is right.” I stood, still rocking Lucy. “I was about to take your sister to bed. Are you ready?”

“Almost.” He ran up and wrapped his arms around my legs in a quick hug. “I’m going to tell Papa goodnight.”

I shushed Lucy when she puckered up for a good cry and traced the line of her cheek with my finger. “You’re not mad. Not really. And it’s time for you to go to sleep.” Her eyelids lowered, flared open, then drooped again.

By the time I carried her across the hall and into the room she shared with Leo, she’d gone completely limp with sleep.

Every now and then, her lips pursed and she suckled, making tiny grunting noises.

She had Renzo’s eyes, and Matteo swore she had his hair.

We’d not bothered with paternity testing because it didn’t matter.

They were all her papa, as they were Leo’s.

We were family, and in the year since the Verducci attack, we’d grown closer than ever.

Leo crept into the room and crawled into his bed. He turned on the bedside lamp and rolled onto his side, tucking his hands beneath his cheek. “I’m glad Lucy likes sleeping in my room. I get to protect her, like how you and Papa protect me.”

“You’re a good big brother.” I lowered Lucy to the crib and fixed the snap on her onesie. I bent to kiss her forehead, then moved to Leo’s bed and dropped down beside him. “Do you want to read tonight?”

“I already read with Papa Matteo.” He yawned. “I want to read to you tomorrow. Can we do two books?”

“Of course.” I kissed him and ruffled his hair. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Night, Mama.”

“Goodnight, Leo.” I hugged him, and his arms worked around my neck in a tight squeeze.

Alessio, Matteo, and Renzo met me at the door, Alessio kissing my cheek. “We wanted to tell them goodnight.”

“Of course.” I stepped into the hallway. “I’m heading to the library. See you there in a few minutes?”

Matteo was the first to catch on to the suggestive tone in my voice. He held up a finger. “Better idea. My rooms. I think it’s time we had another toast.”

“Meet you there.” I flicked my hair over my shoulder and headed toward Matteo’s room, stopping by my suite for a little surprise I’d picked up last week.

I changed into the sexy black lingerie that was really nothing more than a series of ribbon straps that wrapped around my midsection, over my shoulders, and across my hips.

Grinning, I tugged a silk robe over the ensemble and tied it on my way through the connected doors that led to Matteo’s room.

It didn’t take them long to say their goodnights to our children. They were already in the room when I came in, Matteo pouring a glass of wine for each of us and handing them out.

Alessio raised his wine first. “To family.”

“To love.” Matteo winked and lifted his glass.

Renzo added his to the other two. “To protection.”

I joined them last, my glass clinking softly against all three. “To us.” I took a slow sip, my heart full with more love than I ever thought possible. “To all of us.”

Matteo tugged the sash on my robe. It fell open, and all three men let out low whistles.

“Hot damn.” Matteo set his wine down and drew me into his arms. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“You really have to ask me that?” I let the robe fall from my arms, and it landed in a puddle on the floor. “It’s been three months.”

“We didn’t want to rush you.” Renzo’s hand glanced over the small of my back.

I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand around to my stomach. “I’m ready. I promise.”

“In that case…” Matteo stepped back with a wink. “I have an idea.” He walked backward toward a table near the head of the bed and unlocked it using a key from his pocket. “It’s kind of kinky, so you’ll have to agree before we start.”

“You really think we should start out with this?” Renzo’s fingers flexed on my abdomen.

A slow swirl of heat spread through me. “Start with what?”

“It’s a game we came up with.” Alessio grinned, and it was the most boyish expression I’d ever seen on his face. “We blindfold you, then we fuck you, one at a time. If you can guess who’s inside you, you get a reward. If you get it wrong, you get a punishment.”

Curiosity seized me, and I rubbed my hands across Renzo’s forearm as goosebumps peppered my skin. “What are the punishments?”

Matteo reached into a silver case.

I held up my hands and closed my eyes. “Wait. I’m not sure I want to know about the punishments.” A shiver of desire danced over my skin. “Surprise me.”

“Just when I think I have you figured out, you prove me wrong again.” Alessio rubbed a hand up my ribs and over the swell of my breast.

My breath hitched, but I kept my eyes closed. “Blindfold me now.” I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Please.”

“Do as the lady asks,” Alessio ordered.

A silky band wrapped around my eyes and was tied behind my head.

Warm hands grasped mine and led me to where I knew the bed was.

My body quickened with a sense of anticipation mingled with danger.

I knew the men in the room with me, but not knowing for sure who touched me, or where the next touch might land heightened my awareness until every stroke of their skin on mine brought my entire body to life.

“We’re definitely making use of this.” Renzo’s rough voice grated out. “Next time.” A whip cracked lightly in the air.

I flinched away from the sound and bumped into a warm body. Hands settled on my waist and nudged me backward. Alessio or Matteo? The backs of my legs hit the bed, and I sank onto the soft mattress.

“Scoot to the middle and lean back.” Alessio’s voice came from my right, a different direction from the hands that had guided me. I’d lost all sense of who stood where.

“Are you ready?” Matteo asked.

“Yes.” My voice was a low whisper, my need evident in the single word.

Clothes whispered in decadent caresses, and I recognized the sounds of suits being discarded piece by piece. Zippers lowered, and I groaned. “The anticipation is killing me.”

“That’s part of the fun. Oh, and you get three thrusts before you have to guess,” Renzo said, but no one touched me.

Footsteps shuffled, followed by a low conversation that didn’t quite reach my ears.

“Here’s the best part, sweetheart.” Renzo’s deep laugh filled the room. “You can’t touch us. That’s cheating. We get to do anything we want to you, and you keep your hands down.”

“Might want to tie my hands up if that’s how you want it.” I locked my hands together and raised them over my head. “Because I already know I’m not going to be able to resist.”

“Damn, now that is a glorious thought.” Alessio’s voice.

The bed dipped, and a soft rope wrapped around my wrists. My hands were bound together and the rope tied off at the head of the bed. The weight beside me disappeared.

I tugged on the rope a few times, checking that it wouldn’t give.

The bed dipped again. My heart threatened to thump right out of my chest when a single finger ran down the center of my stomach and then lower.

I bit my bottom lip, a tremble already racing through me.

Just before the finger slid into me, it withdrew and a heavy body settled over me.

I moaned at the feel of a cock pressing close.

Would I be able to tell them apart? The thrust was slow and steady, filling me gently but purposefully.

Hips rocked, and I rose to meet the tentative movement.

Heat swept through me when the tempo increased, the cock withdrawing to the tip and then plunging deep and fast.

“Fuck that feels good. Oh damn I don’t want you to stop.”

The third thrust almost made me come, but then the cock withdrew. Seconds ticked past.

“Who was it?” Renzo asked.

I wet my lips and twisted my hips. “Alessio.”

“Wrong.” Matteo was quick to answer, then a body joined me on the bed. “And here’s your punishment.”

A pulsing vibration settled between my legs. Matteo filled me with the dildo, and a thick knob vibrated against my clit. “Holy fuck.” My head thrashed to the side. “I thought you said it was a punishment.”

“It is.” Matteo bit the side of my breast. “It’s a punishment because you don’t have a real dick inside you. And you don’t get to come.” He thrust the dildo harder and faster, pumping me toward an orgasm with every stroke.

I arched upward when he removed it. “Fuck me. If that’s the damned punishment, I might get them all wrong on purpose.”

“Oh, trust me, they’re not the same.” Alessio’s voice had a darkness to it that delighted me.

Silence held fast and firm for several seconds as they stood back and watched me. I felt the weight of their gazes and languished in the scorching caresses.

The next body to cover me was familiar, but I still couldn’t place it. Without my hands, I had to trust my other senses, but I was so distraught by every sensation that I lacked the ability to judge. A thick, heavy cock pressed deep, fully seating inside me in one single motion.

I rose to meet the second and third thrusts, the back of my head digging into the pillow as I sought the release just out of my grasp. “Renzo.”

“Wrong.” Alessio’s voice tickled my ear. “And now you will understand what I mean.” Something heavy and hard pressed into my entrance.

A cold chill shivered down my spine at the unfamiliar object. The length and girth were similar to Alessio, but I didn’t recognize the thick ridges scraping and tugging.

“That’s it.” Alessio kissed the side of my neck. His arm moved and the piece between my legs worked deeper. “Fuck my knife, Lila. Let the thing that protected us also bring you pleasure.”

“Knife?” Sweat broke out across my body. I rose and fell on the knife, recognizing the handle now that I knew what it was.

Alessio backed off and the weight disappeared yet again.

“I know the next one will be Renzo, so does the game end now?” I whimpered, my entire body on fire.

“Not even close.” Renzo spoke from the other side of the bed. “See, we plan on doing this for a while. You’re going to have to get it right at least once before we finish you off.”

“Damn you all.” I laughed even as I cursed them.

I hadn’t had this much fun in months. The torture continued, each man fucking me with three thrusts and making me guess.

I got them wrong multiple times, and each time, the need for release grew worse.

Finally, I guessed Matteo right and the blindfold came off.

“I think we leave her hands tied.” Alessio tapped his chin. He stood at the foot of the bed, his cock glistening. “What do you think?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I bared my teeth. “It’s my turn. I’m about to go crazy.”

“Next time.” It was the kind of promise I knew Renzo would keep. He untied the rope, and I used the opportunity of his cock right beside my head to pull him into my mouth. He bucked into me before catching himself with a hand on the head of the bed. “Fuck that mouth, Lila. I warned you about that.”

I grinned around him and motioned for the others to join us. We’d become adept at the whole group experience, and everyone moved into position with a familiar kind of ease.

Alessio claimed my ass, Matteo my pussy, and I sucked Renzo with a frenzied fever as my body moved in time with the multiple cocks offering me the best damned sex I’d ever had.

We fucked and groaned and came in a giant, shuddering quake that rattled my entire body.

I melted into the bed when it was over and caught my breath with my head cradled against Alessio’s chest.

Hours later, I grabbed my robe and slipped from the room to check on the kids.

Lucy lay snug in her bed, though soon she’d need to feed again.

Leo had thrown his covers off and lay sprawled out with arms and legs wide.

This was my real kingdom. I might rule the mafia alongside Alessio, but I was the queen of a kingdom built on a foundation of love.

My children would know what it meant to love without fear, as I loved my mafia men.