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Isabetta

M y body still ached a little the next day, but it was pleasant though.

Rather than spending the afternoon in his office, Renzo and I had lazed together in the pool, then we had taken a long, luxurious bath together, and then he had spent almost an hour giving me a full-body massage.

I had been a puddle by the time dinner was served.

But it wasn’t only the relaxation that had me walking on a cloud.

Spending time with him, where we just existed together, soothed me.

I enjoyed my time with the twins, but being spoiled by my husband made me feel giddy.

The next morning, I didn’t feel so embarrassed when I asked Milo to put the plug inside me; it had become routine.

I could even admit I enjoyed it, especially when Havoc had been playing with it.

I was eager to try more things, and while I never would have imagined everything I had learned so far on my honeymoon, there had been nothing I hadn’t enjoyed.

All three of my men—and they were all mine—knew what I liked without me having to say anything. It was an intoxicating feeling.

Milo had left me to get ready after telling me to meet them all in the kitchen for breakfast. I enjoyed eating with them all, and it was a tradition I hoped we could continue when we were back in the city.

I knew they were going to be busy, but one meal together a day surely wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

My clothes still hadn’t been returned to me, aside from a few select pieces of lingerie.

I was starting to wonder if Renzo had even brought them on the plane.

Still, wearing his shirts wasn’t so bad.

There was something intimate about it, like he was with me even when he went into his office, or he handed me off to Milo.

I slipped my arms into the sleeves, only doing up the two center buttons before I pulled my hair over one shoulder.

It felt sexy and daring. I couldn’t wait to see how long it took the men to notice.

As I approached the kitchen, I noticed an odd sound coming from it.

Usually, I was met by the sound of cooking, sometimes the sound of conversation, or Renzo admonishing Havoc for whatever crude thing he said this time.

That wasn’t what I heard, though it wasn’t silence either.

There was a rhythmic slapping sound I was becoming all too familiar with, accompanied by the occasional grunt or groan, or inaudible murmur.

For a moment, anger and pain lanced through me in equal measure.

I may have been new to this hedonistic world my men had introduced me to, but I was learning quickly, and I knew what sex sounded like.

The thought they could be fucking someone else made me want to scream and cry.

It was a good thing I couldn’t summon a flaming sword like my mother, or I would have already set the house alight.

Determined to discover what was happening, and to give whoever it was a piece of my mind, I stormed into the kitchen.

It was hard to do when barefoot and while wearing nothing but a shirt, but I was full of righteous fury.

I slammed the door to the kitchen open, and the wood bounced off the wall with a crack that would have made me flinch if I hadn’t been so focused on the sight in front of me.

Milo was at the stove, making pancakes. He had his back to the rest of the room, focused entirely on the hot pan in front of him. How he could focus, I wasn’t sure, because I certainly wasn’t looking at him.

I was looking straight into the eyes of Havoc.

He was bent over the table, with Renzo behind him, thrusting into him with harsh, deep movements.

Renzo had his hand in Havoc’s dark curls, pulling his head back so he had no choice but to gaze at me.

The smirk on Renzo’s face told me this was intentional.

And so was the way he ground his hips when he drove in, making Havoc groan, and his eyes roll back a little.

“Tesoro, I was starting to wonder if you were going to join us. You almost missed out on our game this morning.” Renzo’s words were like silk, his rhythm unfaltering as he continued fucking Havoc.

He had spoken about this, that the three of them were together, but I hadn’t imagined it to be so visceral, and so attractive.

I hadn’t moved from the doorway, and my mouth hung partially open, my eyes still on Havoc’s.

He was staring at me like he could see exactly what I was thinking.

I had forgotten that he could read me so easily, and I felt my cheeks heat, and my thighs clench together.

His lascivious grin was interrupted by a groan as Renzo tugged on his hair and pulled his chest up off the table.

His tattoos gleamed under a layer of sweat, and my knees almost buckled.

I had never seen something so damn sexy.

Renzo’s words finally sunk into my lust-drenched brain, and I blinked twice, forcing myself to look at my husband.

“Game? What kind of game is this?” Was this like the games Milo and I had been playing?

When he told me I couldn’t come and teased me over and over until I felt like I was going to go mad?

“Havoc and I made a bet this morning, a little game. And you almost missed it, tesoro, which is good for me, but I am sure he is glad you are finally here. Aren’t you glad, pet?

” Renzo snapped his hips against Havoc particularly hard, and all the man could do was nod as he let out a desperate whine.

I didn’t have to wonder if I looked like that when one of them was fucking me, as I had seen the videos.

I knew what it felt like when I had that look on my face, and when I made those sounds.

But it was shocking to hear them coming from Havoc.

I never picked him for the type who would let someone fuck him, yet he was taking everything Renzo gave him.

I was still confused where the game came in, but Renzo didn’t leave me in suspense. He drove himself into Havoc and started grinding his hips, keeping a tight hold on Havoc’s hair. Then, ignoring the pleading sounds the other man made, he kept his eyes on me.

“Milo, come and pull out Isabetta’s new chair.”

I had forgotten Milo was in the kitchen, if I was honest, he had been so quiet making pancakes.

Then he stepped into my line of sight, grinning at me as he made his way up to the table.

He didn’t pay any attention to what was happening to his brother, instead he pulled out the chair to Renzo’s right, the seat I sat in, on the rare occasions I wasn’t on Renzo’s lap.

And that was when my jaw dropped again.

Attached to the seat, sticking straight up, was a sex toy. It even wobbled slightly, jostled by Milo’s movement. It was thick and long, probably on par with Renzo’s length. My wide eyes bounced between the toy and my husband, unsure of where exactly I was supposed to look.

“This is your new chair, little tesoro. Any time you need to sit with us at the table, that’s where you will sit.” Renzo motioned to the seat with his empty hand, looking at me expectantly, like I should have been seated already.

My mouth clicked abruptly closed as I looked at the toy one last time.

My cheeks were still burning, but if this was what he wanted, I was determined to comply.

I could take everything he threw at me; I had so far, and this would be no different.

Besides, the only people that knew about the chair were the three of them.

This wasn’t about shaming me. Like he had said, it was a game.

I could feel all three sets of eyes on me as I stepped up to the chair, but I wasn’t looking at any of them, I was trying to work out the mechanics of this.

Did I just sit? Surely it would be like sitting on Renzo’s lap at his desk, when he had me sit on him to keep him warm inside me.

I stepped in front of the chair, placing my hands flat on the table as I lowered myself.

Renzo had turned Havoc’s head, so he was forced to keep watching me.

His eyes were hooded, and Renzo was grinding against some spot that clearly felt like heaven.

I focused on him as I slowly bent my knees, feeling the tip of the toy as it bumped against my sex, sliding against a wetness I hadn’t realized was there.

Though it wasn’t surprising, watching Renzo and Havoc together had me imagining many dirty things.

I let out a soft hiss of frustration as the tip of the toy slid too far forward, and I almost fell. Luckily, Milo was there, his hands catching my waist and holding me.

“Easy there, ragazza dolce. You need to reach down and hold it steady.” His words were a soft whisper, the encouragement I needed at this moment.

Determined not to fail, I straightened up enough to feel the tip of the toy against my sensitive flesh again.

Reaching between my legs, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, feeling the slight give in the silicone.

Clasping it, I lowered myself onto it. Milo still held my waist, not forcing me, but rather supporting my balance.

The feeling of the toy differed from one of my men inside of me. It stretched the same, but there was a coolness to it. It felt more like the plug that was also nestled inside me, the two toys rubbing against each other as I sank down inch by inch.

My breath was coming in little pants by the time I took all of it. It wasn’t too big, but I could feel each inch filling me until my backside hit the seat of the chair. I was sitting as straight as I could, trying hard not to move too much.

Renzo grinned when he saw I had taken all of it, giving me a small nod of approval. My hands were still flat on the table in front of me, my fingers flexing slightly as I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to get used to the sensation.