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Milo

F uck, the way Isabetta looked at me had me hard already.

So innocent and trusting, like she wanted me to take care of her.

It wasn’t the first time someone had looked at me like that after they’d dealt with my brother, but I wanted her to be the last. Renzo clearly had some important business to take care of if he was leaving.

We’d been talking while she was asleep, and we’d planned to spend the afternoon together getting her used to all three of us.

Something must have come up while I was helping Betta get cleaned up.

Keeping her clothes from her had been a good idea of Renzo’s.

Not only was it hot as fuck to see her wearing only his shirt, but her nipples peered through the damp fabric thanks to her wet hair.

There was something about the taunting aspect that was more alluring than if she simply walked around naked.

A hint of skin and flash of thigh—I would have to give her my shirt to wear sometimes.

I heard Renzo offer her clothes back if she was well behaved, but maybe I could keep that from happening.

She gazed at me with hope in her eyes, her heart expecting me to be the soft one.

The one to hold her hand and let her know everything was going to be okay, who would protect her from the other two.

While, yes, I was softer than Renzo or Havoc, it didn’t mean she was safe with me.

That I didn’t want to use her, shape her, or take my time tasting and enjoying her just as much as them.

It was something she was going to learn all too quickly.

There was no point wasting time, I knew what I had planned, and I couldn’t wait to see her flushed with so much pleasure she didn’t know which way was up.

“Come on, ragazza dolce, I have some things to show you.” I held my hand out to her as I encouraged her to leave the table.

I had sent one of my girls out to the villa before the wedding to make sure it was stocked with everything we could want.

Renzo had been very precise in his instructions.

I knew a lot of what he wanted already, but some things he’d requested had surprised even me.

Then there had been my list to fulfill too.

Havoc had insisted he would pack his own tools, and I had let him.

Once Isabetta was standing, she looked less anxious than earlier and perhaps more excited as well.

I placed my hand on her lower back so I could guide her, as there was something about touching her that lifted my spirits.

It was something I could explore later, but for now, I was going to enjoy it and the comfort it brought me.

Maybe I was simply glad she hadn’t run away.

I led her through the house on a brief tour.

The living room, the pool, and even the gym, although I didn’t expect to see her in there.

She had never been one for working out, and she didn’t need to.

She was dainty, but some curves wouldn’t hurt her, the opposite, in fact.

But I was sure Renzo had his own idea for any exercise he wanted her to do.

He was the most controlling of the three of us and liked everything to be exactly as he wanted.

It was something Havoc constantly chafed against. I was happy to go along with it, as long as it aligned with what I had planned.

Though I was sure Betta would not be so lucky.

There were a couple of guest rooms in the villa, just in case any of us needed some space.

I doubted they would see any use, but Havoc sometimes got into a mood where he preferred solitude, even from me.

I’m sure some people would call him manic-depressive, or bipolar, or label him with any of a list of mental ailments.

Maybe it was part of being a twin; we were never alone, always with the other.

Even when we were apart, we could hear each other’s thoughts, no matter the distance.

Anyone faced with that sort of constant mental company was bound to need time to themselves.

Finally, we came to the playroom. This was the room that had taken the longest to set up.

It hadn’t been an original feature of the villa, so I had designed it from the ground up.

None of the equipment was permanent, but it was a decent replica of the room we had waiting for Isabetta back home.

Actually, if anything, this one was better, as it would help ease her into this lifestyle.

We could make changes depending on what she liked and what she best responded to.

We could turn it into the perfect room. I was almost vibrating with excitement as I opened the door, allowing her to enter ahead of me.

I was focused on her, watching as her eyes widened and she took it all in.

“What is all of this?” She hadn’t moved from the doorway, her hand gripping the wooden frame so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Her voice was barely a whisper, but I heard it anyway as each of my senses were tuned into her every movement and breath.

I could hear the way her heartbeat fluttered in her chest, with a mix of fear and excitement.

I knew this would entice her, she couldn’t hide from me.

She may have thought she liked things vanilla, but I knew her better.

“This is where you and I will spend a lot of our time.” Her breath caught in her throat, and I grinned as I gently urged her inside.

My wings unfolded from my back, not stretched wide, but enough to block the doorway.

I didn’t want to have to chase her through the house—that was more Havoc’s kink.

“Each one of us has different things we like, and I want to show you all of them. I want to open your eyes to pleasure, and in here, we can find out what you like and what you don’t, so we don’t ask too much of you. ”

Rather than standing behind her, I stepped forward and took hold of her hand.

I watched the thoughts run through her mind, all of them lingering on the tip of her tongue.

She couldn’t bring herself to speak any of them out loud, but she also couldn’t hide them from me.

I was as deep inside her mind as I had been in her pretty little pussy.

Tugging her further into the room, I spun her, almost like we were waltzing, until she was facing me again, her eyes wide and cheeks pink as she gazed up into my eyes.

My hand gently stroked up and down her spine in a soothing rhythm to keep her from panicking.

“Have you enjoyed yourself so far with us, ragazza dolce?”

“Yes, but?—”

I pressed a finger gently to her lips to cut her off.

Her thoughts were going to run away with her and overwhelm her.

She was going to talk herself out of things before she got to experience them.

I could see the path she was already letting them lead her down, and I needed to bring her back into this moment to where I was keeping her safe.

I would guide her through what happened next, and I needed her to stay with me.

“I know it’s overwhelming, and you think you shouldn’t be enjoying yourself. But don’t let what other people think keep you from pleasure, ragazza. The only one who can tell you what to do now is Renzo. You’re vowed to him, remember? He loves you, and so do we. Let us show you. That’s all we want.”

That last bit may have been a lie, but sometimes you needed to tell a white lie to show people the truth. I lifted away my finger, smiling when she didn’t argue. Then, when she nodded, my smile turned into a grin.

I had always been confident this could work between the three of us.

That, given the opportunity, she would want to be with all of us and not only Renzo.

To be loved by all of us and love us all in return.

I knew she wasn’t quite there yet, but she would get there in time, I was sure of it.

What I wasn’t sure about was how she would react to seeing Havoc or me with Renzo.

It was a lot to ask her to share herself with us, but I hoped asking her to share her husband wouldn’t be the thing which made it all too much.

These were thoughts for another time, as right now, she was standing in front of me wearing nothing but Renzo’s shirt, looking adorable.

She had agreed to let me show her pleasure, and I would shower her with more than she could handle.

It was going to be exquisite to hold her on that edge for as long as I could before I finally let her tip over.

My hand slid from her spine to her wrists, gripping them gently as I pulled them behind her back.

She didn’t fight me, letting me restrain her as I pleased, which made me want to kiss the tip of her nose.

She was so naturally submissive, something I was sure she hadn’t realized just yet, but I planned on taking full advantage of it.

Urging her to step backward, I moved her into the center of the room, a pretty display piece for me to admire.

“I am going to need you to trust me, Isabetta, as I am going to push you further, and give you more than you think you can handle. Maybe not right now, but over the next few weeks, you are going to experience things you could never have imagined. But I promise you can take everything I will give you and more.” Briefly, I considered giving her a safe word.

If it had been anyone else in front of me, I would have, but Renzo and Havoc would never offer her that grace.

This wasn’t a traditional BDSM relationship.

Though she was definitely submissive, and would naturally succumb to us, it didn’t mean she got to say no.

I would monitor her to make sure they didn’t push her too far.