Page 44 of The Prices We Pay (Vittori Enterprises #1)

Luca

I ’ve never been happier to see that deviously sinister look in Enzo’s eyes than I am right now.

When I saw him staring at that bar cart downstairs, everything else faded into the background. Josephine is safe in my room with Dante, and nothing or no one is going to get to her while she’s here.

But I’ve seen that look in Enzo’s eyes before, and the last time it happened, I didn’t stop it, and it almost cost him his life.

He’s done so much work over the years to fight his battles, and I am so fucking proud of him, but he’s also never had someone in his life like Josephine before.

Someone he has quickly grown to care about with every fiber of his being.

Someone who he would easily dance with the devil himself for if it meant keeping her safe.

But he doesn’t need to fight his demons tonight.

Not when he has me. Not when he has Sebastian.

Not when he has all of us.

His demons are our demons, and he will never have to fight them alone.

When I was in front of him, I immediately knew I would do anything and everything I could to protect him. To keep him safe. To hold him close enough that nothing could ever hurt him again.

And now that I see him safe in Sebastian’s room… tied to his chair… ready and willing to watch as Seb controls my body, I couldn’t be more sure of my decision.

I never thought I’d be so excited to fuck my boyfriend in front of my best friend before my boyfriend and I fuck my best friend, but… here we fucking go.

“Come here, Baby.” My hair stands on end as Sebastian’s command washes over me.

Doing as I’m told, I walk across the room toward him.

The two of us stand face-to-face between Enzo and the bed.

My hands twitch at my sides, eager to find their spot on Sebastian’s smooth skin, but I don’t dare move until he tells me.

It’s one of the things I crave about our relationship.

It’s that with him, I can just be . I don’t have to be Luca Vittori, CEO of Vittori Enterprises; I don’t have to be Luca Vittori, leader of The Horsemen; I don’t have to be Luca Vittori, the socialite.

I can just be . The only choice I have to make is to listen to him.

And it’s the easiest choice I’ve ever made.

I crave the feeling that I get when I’m with him. Nothing but the sensation of my body craving his every touch, of wanting, no, needing, to please him in any way I can.

It’s pure bliss.

His blue eyes look at me like I’m his pride and joy, and it lights me up from the inside out. When the world around me feels too heavy, Sebastian makes it all feel small.

“You know what to do, Baby.”

I drop to my knees like a pile of rocks. Reaching up, I pull down Sebastian’s briefs, and knowing Enzo can see both of our profiles, I wait for his reaction as Sebastian’s hard cock bobs between us.

“Shut the fuck up,” Enzo says excitedly. “Shut the fuck up right now.”

He tries to hold it in, but Seb chuckles. “Nobody said anything, Enz.”

“Exactly my point! You have five piercings in your cock, and you don’t shout it from the rooftops? You, Sebastian Moore, the computer genius…” He huffs out a laugh. “Oh my god, this is amazing.”

Seb winks at him and says, “Oh, it’s about to be.” Turning his attention back to me, he looks down and urges me, “Go on.”

Still fully clothed and on my knees, I grab the base of his cock with my hand and run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, letting each barbell slide across my tongue.

“Holy fuck,” Enzo breathes out, but I don’t look at him as my attention remains focused on the man in front of me.

I work Seb with my mouth just the way he likes it, letting the sounds from both him and Enzo seep their way into my pores. It’s as if every noise, every whimper, every moan is being etched onto my skin, there for me to remember for all time.

With my hands braced on Sebastian’s toned abs, I run my tongue through his slit.

I smile to myself when I feel his muscles tense underneath my touch, knowing he’s closer than he wants to be.

“Fuck,” he hisses. Grabbing me by my hair, he pulls me to my feet and plants his lips over mine.

As his mouth ravishes mine, he works feverishly to pull off my shirt.

Realizing my hands are too busy roaming his body to lift them over my head, he grips the collar of my cotton T in both of his hands.

“Fuck this.” In one swift movement, my shirt rips down the middle, and his hands are finally touching my skin.

“Take it off. Take it all off,” I plead against his lips.

He huffs out a faint laugh. “Then you gotta let me, Baby.”

Right. Duh.

I take half a step back, panting for breath.

Just when I think he’s finally going to take them off, he turns me so that I’m facing Enzo.

His usual light green eyes are now the color of the darkest pines as he stares at me.

His chest is heaving, his hands are clenched into fists, and the muscles in his jaw visibly strain as they tense.

Sebastian pulls my ripped shirt off my arms, and Enzo’s eyes immediately snap to the tattoo on my arm. The one that matches his.

From behind, Seb slowly pulls my briefs down with my joggers, and when I step out of them, I’m standing fully naked between him and Enz.

Enzo’s seen my dick before. We have been best friends our entire lives.

We were roommates in college, where we hooked up with the same girl a time or two, and we’ve lived together ever since.

But as his eyes move sharply from my tattoo to my throbbing cock, he stares at it like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it.

And then he looks up at me and licks his fucking lips, making me want to drop to my knees in front of him.

Sebastian presses the front of his body to the back of mine, and I can feel his hard cock press against my ass as he reaches around and fists mine .

I hiss at the contact and tip my head back against his shoulder. Sebastian grabs a handful of my hair in a split second, forcing my head upright. “Watch him. Don’t look away.”

“Yes, Mio Re.” Sebastian releases his hold on my throbbing cock and places his hand in front of my mouth. Knowing what he wants without him having to ask, I spit into his palm. With one hand still grabbing my hair, he begins working my length with the other.

I stare at Enzo as he repeatedly shifts in his chair. The three of us know that he could easily get to us if he wanted to. But that’s not the game, and we all know how good Enzo is at playing games.

My mouth drops open as Sebastian’s grip around my cock tightens. “Do you like watching us, Enz?”

“Seb…” Enzo groans.

Sebastian’s hand stills around my cock, and he grits out, “What did I say about answering me when I ask you a fucking question?”

“Yes.” And when Sebastian slowly moves his head toward the head of my cock, Enzo’s breath completely stills in his chest as he watches as a bead of precum spills from the tip and drops to the floor.

His fingers flex, and he whimpers so softly that I don’t even think he realizes the word has fallen from his lips when he says, “Please.” I don’t even think he knows what he’s begging for.

But hearing him beg—begging for Sebastian—for us is enough to send my body into freefall.

I can feel it building at the base of my spine as Sebastian continues to move his hand slowly up and down my cock.

And when Sebastian bites the sensitive skin on my neck, with my eyes locked on Enzo’s, heat blazes through me.

Before I can stop it, I’m coming all over Sebastian’s hand.

“Ohh—fuck— yesssss,” I groan as Sebastian pumps every last drop of cum from me.

“You sound so pretty when you come for me, Baby,” Seb murmurs against my neck. “You want to hear him make that noise for us too?”

“Yes, Mio Re.”

All too soon, Sebastian releases his hold on my hair and my cock, and I have to muster up every single ounce of strength that I have left to not collapse onto the floor.

Seb walks around the two of us like a cat stalking its prey. Once he gets behind Enzo, he skates one hand over Enzo’s shoulder and down his chest. Leaning down, Seb brushes his lips against the shell of Enzo’s chest. “Open for me.”

Enzo only takes a split second to decide whether or not to follow Sebastian’s instructions.

He opens his mouth wide and exhales a shaky breath.

With his opposite hand, Seb reaches around and shoves two fingers inside Enzo’s mouth.

“Taste him.” Closing his lips around Seb’s fingers, Enzo releases a deep groan as my release coats his tongue. “Good boy.”

And like magic, I suddenly have the strength to stand again.

“You know, I was going to make you sit here and watch me fuck him,” Seb practically growls. “But instead… I’m just going to fuck you .” Enzo’s eyes grow wide as he stares up at me. “You want me to fuck you, Lorenzo?”

“Mhm,” he whimpers around Seb’s fingers .

Sebastian notices the fact that—despite the orgasm I literally just had—my cock is still hard as a rock. “Go lay on the bed for me, Luca.”

As I situate myself on the bed, I hear the sounds of Seb untying Enzo from the chair, and when I look down, I find the two of them lost in an intense kiss.

I pause and assess my emotions for a moment, preparing myself for a wave of jealousy to roll through me at Sebastian and Enzo being so passionate with one another, but it never comes. Instead, all I feel is unyielding love.

Seb makes quick work of taking off Enzo’s clothes, reprimanding him when he moves without instruction, and praising him when he does as he’s told.

Once Enzo is fully undressed, Seb says something to him that I can’t make out, but Enzo softens and answers in Italian, “ Avere te in questo momento sembra un tesoro. ”

Sebastian kisses him once more before looking over at me. “Feet flat on the bed for us, Baby.”