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Renzo

I was surprised at how smoothly the wedding had gone.

Not that I expected Isabetta to cause any issues, she was too sweet.

Too sweet for me, really. She was a precious little treasure that must be protected at all costs.

I didn’t deserve her, but that didn’t mean I was going to let anyone else have her.

Well, anyone other than Havoc and Milo.

I still wasn’t sure how she was going to take that piece of news.

I expected there would be some tears before she finally accepted how her life was going to be.

The twins and I’d had many discussions before the wedding, in fact, they had been pushing me for years.

They didn’t understand why I had waited until the wedding before bringing her into our world.

With their abilities, we could have all been with her for years, enjoying her without her knowing any better, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

She needed to know she belonged to all of us.

It was an ongoing argument since we were teenagers.

As soon as we all noticed how pretty and sweet and soft girls were, their eyes were drawn to Isabetta.

And why wouldn’t they be, she was like a ray of sunshine.

All pale skin, and soft curves, with an even softer smile.

She had always followed us around, wanting to be involved in what I was doing.

They knew she was mine, but that didn’t stop them from wanting her too.

I wanted to wait, though.

Isabetta was mine. I knew she was, and she knew it too.

Yet if she was truly going to be mine, then it was going to be forever.

I needed a ring on her finger, as I couldn’t risk her running away.

Something deep in my soul needed to see my mark on her, to know she had tied herself to me in a way that could never be broken.

Hearing her recite her vows had finally soothed that part of me.

To keep the twins from forcing my hand, we had settled for other girls while we waited—and for each other.

It was surprising how many girls had been willing to be shared between the three of us.

Maybe it was the bad boy reputation Havoc fostered, or Milo’s easy-going charm.

Or perhaps they liked the fact I was forbidden fruit.

Everybody knew Isabetta was my girlfriend, and that we were going to be married one day.

Yet that didn’t stop girls from throwing themselves at me. If anything, it made it easier.

There were a few occasions where we’d had to work to keep it from getting back to Isabetta, as she wouldn’t understand.

Worse, she would think I’d betrayed her when the opposite was true.

She was the one I cared about; I was waiting for her.

None of the others meant anything, though some of them weren’t happy when they found that out.

I could always rely on the twins, though.

They took care of everything. Any time a girl took it too far, they made sure she knew her place.

That she could never hold a candle to the girl that held my heart.

She held all our hearts.

Isabetta was sleeping now, she had been exhausted when we’d left the reception.

I had wanted to leave earlier, to sneak out after the speeches, but she’d looked so happy, basking in all the congratulations and well wishes.

She deserved it. Deserved the world, really.

All I could offer her was sin and darkness.

I was selfish, and I knew it. So I moved with her from table to table, listening to every word spoken.

I danced with her when I could tell she was becoming overwhelmed and made sure she got something to eat and drink.

I had been planning on spending the plane ride in a much more enjoyable manner, but I didn’t have the heart to wake her.

She was going to need her rest for the coming week and everything we had planned.

Looking across the private jet, I could see Havoc and Milo watching her.

I was sure they had their own plans. They knew I would get her first, but after that, they’d both get their chance.

We’d spent more than one night sitting in a configuration not too dissimilar to this, drinks in hand as we talked about what we wanted to do with her.

She was going to need a little breaking in before Havoc really got his hands on her, especially alone, but we had that all figured out.

I couldn’t wait to see her cry out in blissful agony though, it was going to be beautiful.

Milo’s face was shadowed by an intense look, but it was Havoc who broke the silence that had lingered over us.

Milo was the talker of the pair, so Havoc immediately had my attention.

“Why do we have to wait, she’s right here?

And look at her in that fucking wedding dress, you can’t tell me you don’t want to rip it right off her fucking body. ”

Ah, there was that harsh edge. For men who looked almost identical, they really were so different. You only needed to watch them together for a minute to see it.

“It was a long day, what do you want to do? Fuck her while she’s sleeping?

” As soon as I asked and saw the gleam in his eyes, I knew it was exactly what he wanted.

My mind flicked back to the mornings when I had woken with my cock in Havoc’s warm mouth, his dark eyes staring up at me hungrily.

It made sense. He liked to have people just that little bit unbalanced, forcing them to give in to the moment and forget everything else.

It was part of how he had gotten the nickname Havoc, after all.

“Not fuck her … I just want to see her come. We all do.” Milo’s soft voice joined the conversation, and I let my head fall back against the seat with a groan.

I wasn’t frustrated with them, not really, as I wanted to see it too.

To see her panting and flushed, with Milo’s head between her thighs as he edged her over and over until she couldn’t think, let alone beg any more.

Pleasure was his specialty, and he was as skilled with it as Havoc was with pain.

“If she wakes up with one of you two degenerates between her legs, she’s going to freak out. It will make this whole thing much harder to sell to her.” We had a plan that we had spent years coming up with. But now we were in the moment, they wanted to just throw it out the window.

Havoc snorted, taking a healthy sip from his glass.

“Or maybe she will realize she wants this as much as we do. Plus, you can distract her with more of that kissing that you were doing earlier. You still get to fuck her first, Ren. I just want a taste.” With the way he was looking at her, I wasn’t sure I could fend him off even if I wanted to.

And what he was saying made sense. Rather than talking to her about it, letting her imagination run wild and her anxiety and sense of propriety ruin everything, we could show her how good it would be. How good we would all be to her.

I couldn’t believe I was considering throwing out the plan that we had spent so long perfecting.

It was a good plan. First, I would show her how good things would be with me, then I slowly introduced the idea of the other two joining us.

But Havoc was right, this was more like us.

We took what we wanted, and we didn’t ease into things.

A growl rumbled in my throat, as I took one last look at my sweet, innocent little treasure and nodded. Downing the last of my drink, I set the glass aside. I was going to need all the space I could get for this, and I didn’t want a knocked over glass waking her up too early.

Havoc was already on his knees in front of her when my fingers wrapped around his throat.

“I am not fucking kidding around, Havoc. Don’t hurt her, just get her off.

Ease her into it. Don’t wake her up too quickly and don’t make me regret letting you between her thighs rather than your brother.

” He’s shit-eating grin lit up his face, but he nodded.

“If you fuck this up, you’ll spend the rest of the week tied to a chair and watching. ”

Now that threat got his attention. Milo was the voyeur of the pair, but Havoc liked to be involved. He needed to be, really. “I’ll go easy. She’ll be so soaked by the time she wakes, she won’t care if she’s dreaming or not.”

I believed him, Havoc wasn’t all about pain. No one could be, as pain wasn’t enjoyable if it wasn’t coupled with pleasure. I was just worried about everything that could go wrong.

Releasing his throat. I kept my eyes fixed on him, watching as he slowly stroked her thighs over the top of her dress.

His fingers worked in gentle circles, slowly getting bigger each time they moved.

She wasn’t stirring yet. Good. He knew what he was doing and the consequences if he fucked it up, my eyes moved to her face.

I wanted to see the pleasure slowly bloom there, to watch as her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted.

To see her eyes open, glassy with pleasure.

There was a soft hitch in her breathing as Havoc urged her legs apart, all the while rubbing those circles higher and higher. I’d have to reward him for his restraint later; maybe I would fuck him while he fucked her. It would be nice to have either of the twins pressed between me and my wife.

My fucking wife.

I watched as he shifted her skirt, his hands trailing over her stockings and back toward the same place.

Not wanting to miss the view, and to allow Milo to see as well, I lifted her silk skirt from where it was pressed against Havoc’s shoulders, and carefully tucked it over the armrests of the chair, up around her waist. Now we could all see her stockings, as well as the little garter straps holding them up.

Her white lace panties gave us the barest glimpse of the prize we had all been hungering for.

Fuck, I could barely wait. I needed to get my shit together. It wouldn’t be long until I was buried so deep inside her she would never get rid of the feeling of me.

A soft little whimper escaped her the first time his fingers grazed across those pretty white panties.

We all held our breath, our eyes on her face, but she only shifted her weight slightly and didn’t stir again.

Such a good girl for us already, and she didn’t even know it.

She was going to be breathtaking by the time we were done teaching her, molding her.

I couldn’t simply sit here watching as Havoc slowly worked her up.

I’d never cursed an Italian dress designer in my head before, but I was now.

Her dress was stunning, but modest. It had long lace sleeves and lace at the cleavage which covered her to her neck.

Glimpses of her pale skin beneath teased me, and she looked every inch the angel she was descended from.

All I wanted to do was lift those perfect tits out of her dress and suck on them until she woke up moaning my name, but I could not, and I was going to punish her for it later.

I contented myself with lightly cupping her breasts in my hands, though I had to be gentle, careful not to wake her.

Even as I leaned in, whispering my lips against hers in the ghost of a kiss.

I imagined tugging her head back and waking her with a gasp as I plundered her mouth, but I could be patient.

I needed to be patient. Havoc would be mad if I spoiled his fun before he got to experience it, and he was a vindictive asshole at the best of times.

Another soft whimper drew my attention to her body again. Havoc had her panties pushed to the side, and his fingers lightly stroked her clit. He was barely touching her, a tease more than anything. Yet I could see the way her hips tilted slightly, seeking pleasure even in sleep.

Looking back at her face, I wondered what she was dreaming.

Was she thinking about our wedding night?

About being under me as I filled and claimed her?

Or were my little treasure’s dreams dirtier?

I couldn’t wait to find out about her every fantasy.

To coax them out of her. Tie her to my desk and stroke her sensitive little clit until she shared with me every depraved and debauched thing she had ever imagined me doing to her.

I couldn’t wait to show her all of them and more.

A little furrow formed between her brow now Havoc had his lips wrapped around her clit, and at least one finger buried in her, although he still moved slowly.

Her lips were parted, and her soft little gasps were going straight to my dick.

I had to resist the temptation to push him aside and take a taste for myself.

She was stirring, and as I did not want her to freak out too much, I leaned in and captured her parted lips in a kiss.

My tongue pushed into her mouth, coaxing her toward wakefulness.

I felt it; the moment she realized she wasn’t dreaming, and her body tensed.

My hand slid into her hair, holding her tight, not letting her pull away.

She would not be allowed to retreat from me ever again.