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It wasn’t long before I had a mug of coffee, white with a little too much sugar, exactly the way I liked it.

A steaming pile of fluffy pancakes was slid in front of me, and a gruff voice invited me to dig in.

I waited, though, adding some fruit and syrup while Havoc finished serving up everyone else’s plate before taking the seat beside me.

I didn’t miss the smirk he shot Milo’s way.

Renzo shut his laptop and set it aside, which surprised me.

I knew he had a lot of work to do and I hadn’t expected him to set it aside for food.

But he was giving us his full attention, his hands wrapped around his mug, and a content smile on his face.

“This looks lovely, Havoc. Thank you for cooking.”

As they blew each other a kiss, I watched them more closely. I thought I had been imagining the way things were between them in bed last night.

Milo’s foot gently nudged mine under the table, snapping me out of my musing.

“It’s time to eat, ragazza dolce. You need your strength for what is coming.

” He was right, even though it sounded a little ominous, and the food smelled so good.

I didn’t want to resist the temptation of it anymore.

There was no conversation around the table, just the steady sounds of eating.

The food was good, better than I had expected.

Normally, when I ate with the boys, we dined out somewhere, or we ate Renzo’s mother’s cooking.

Though I shouldn’t have been surprised that the boys knew how to cook, it was a skill I didn’t expect Havoc to possess.

He was always the roughest of the three; the one with the sharpest edges.

You expected his hobbies to be things like throwing knives and tormenting people, not making pancakes.

And given the way he was smirking at me every time he chewed on his food, I was sure he knew what I was thinking.

The meal went by quicker than I had expected.

I wasn’t sure I could call it breakfast, because I still didn’t know what time it was.

But I was hungrier than I thought possible, clearing my plate with ease, and even eating some more fruit at Milo’s encouragement.

I was still enjoying my coffee when Renzo put his knife and fork down with a sense of finality.

With his elbows resting on the table, he linked his fingers together and looked at me.

“You must have a lot of questions, Isabetta. I think I was clear when I explained things to you on the plane, but I want you to know I was serious. Though I realize you weren’t at your most aware.

” The little smirk had my blush rising back to full force; I had been half-asleep and post-orgasmic, so he was understating a lot.

“You are mine. My wife. And I want to share you with the twins. There is nothing we keep from each other, and that includes you. Havoc and I have some things to take care of this afternoon, but should be back before dinner. I am leaving you in Milo’s care.

You are to do whatever he tells you to, as though I had told you myself. ”

I was about to open my mouth to argue, or maybe to ask him what the hell he meant when his hand gripped my chin, tilting it up slightly. How did these men always know when I was about to speak?

“Whatever he says, tesoro. If I find out you weren’t on your best behavior, then you will be punished.

And while I want to say you won’t enjoy it as much as I, perhaps you will.

I felt the way your tight little pussy clenched around my cock when Havoc was biting your nipples.

I think a spanking might have you absolutely dripping.

” He leaned in as he spoke and his lips were now only an inch from mine.

He let go of my chin and smirked when I ducked my head, though I continued to look at him through my eyelashes.

My damp hair fell forward, leaving damp trails over the shirt and revealing a hint of my skin beneath.

I couldn’t look away as he straightened up, gazing down at me as though he dared me to misbehave.

“If Milo tells me that you are good, I will give you back your clothes, tesoro.”

That got my attention. As much as I enjoyed wearing his shirt, having a part of him close to my skin, it would be nice to have my underwear back, at the very least. Right now, I felt like if I moved too much, I was going to flash all of them.

Looking across the table, I could see Milo’s warm smile, encouragement pouring from him.

It might not have been how I thought the first day of my honeymoon would go, but there were definitely worse people to spend it with.

Maybe he would let me have some time in that glorious bathtub. My muscles were already aching again.

Havoc stood up and cleared the plates without a word, and Renzo rose after him, leaning down to capture me in another one of his heady, intimate kisses. When he pulled back, he pressed a much more chaste kiss to my forehead. “Remember, tesoro. Behave.”

And with that warning, I was left alone with Milo.