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Milo

I t had been strange, watching Havoc and Isabetta on the screen in Renzo’s office, rather than having her right in front of me.

It had been hard not to burst into the room to help her when she had seemed overwhelmed, but Havoc was the most intense of the three of us and sometimes he didn’t know when to stop.

If he pushed things too far with Isabetta, it would be bad for all of us.

Renzo finally lost his patience and pushed me to my knees.

He banged my head off his desk as he fucked my throat hard enough to shut my brain up and keep me well and truly distracted.

I hadn’t been able to watch what was happening on the screen, but I had heard every whimper and moan.

I heard her cry out and beg, and my mind pictured the two of them together as Renzo took his own frustration out on my face.

The rest of the evening had been much more relaxed. A casual dinner, and an early night. Isabetta had been exhausted, falling asleep while we relaxed in the lounge room, watching a movie. Renzo had carried her to bed, and Havoc and I had followed, both of us wanting to be close to them.

Of course, the peace couldn’t last.

Havoc’s phone rang not long after dawn, shattering the dream I had been enjoying.

He cursed as he hopped out of bed, doing nothing to cover his naked ass.

He was curt as he answered the phone, leaving the room as soon as the other person spoke.

Renzo had sat up, his eyes moving from the door to me, clearly expecting me to tell him what was going on.

After a brief look at Isabetta, who had an arm flung across Renzo’s lap and her cheek pressed to his thigh, I sighed and closed my eyes.

Havoc and I didn’t have any secrets, we never had.

When we were younger, it had been difficult to tell my thoughts from his, but the older we had grown, the more distinct our personalities and our mental voices had become.

He was on the phone with one of his men from the city.

He had already received the report and was now giving orders.

A deep sigh left me as I pieced together what had happened from his thoughts.

I knew Renzo was waiting for me to fill him in, but I delayed for a few seconds and turned my attention to Isabetta’s dream, to the relaxed bubble I was about to pop and return us to the world from which we came. I couldn’t delay forever.

Opening my eyes, I rolled onto my side, and my expression must have given something away as Renzo was already running his hand through his thick hair.

“How long do we have?” His voice was filled with the same resignation I felt pressing against my chest.

“Till this afternoon. He didn’t want to bring them here, but it’s better that we don’t rush back. We can take the morning, give her all our attention, and then deal with our guest this afternoon. He’s planning for us to fly back tonight. We don’t want it to look like we are hiding.”

Renzo nodded; he trusted us with these decisions. We had all been trying to keep business from spilling over into our honeymoon, but when people were attacking us, attacking our business and our territory, there was only so much we could take before we looked weak.

Havoc stayed out of the room for about fifteen minutes.

He planned, arranged transport, and made sure everything we needed would be ready when we got back.

He also calmed down before he returned to the bedroom, though there was still tension in his shoulders.

Havoc took threats to our safety far more personally than needed.

Like every attack against us was an attack against him, and it was something he wouldn’t abide.

I pushed back the sheets, getting ready to make breakfast, when Renzo shook his head. “If this is going to be our last morning here, let’s spend it in bed. We can have a late breakfast.”

My thoughts instantly turned to everything we could do, and Havoc groaned, rubbing his hand through his hair. “Fuck’s sake, Milo. I didn’t say anything about you listening in on my conversation, but do you have to broadcast so fucking loudly?”

I should have felt some shame that my brother had seen my explicit thoughts, but it wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Isabetta was still asleep, a testament to how Havoc had worn her out the day before. I could see the cogs turning in Havoc’s head, and the way he looked at her. I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what he was imagining.

“It’s the way we started all this. Not a bad way to end it.” I stayed on the edge of the bed, giving myself a good view of what was to come.

Havoc smirked as he crawled onto the end of the bed, rucking the blankets up slowly as he went.

Isabetta stirred a little, but a soft, reassuring sound from Renzo and his hand petting her hair soothed her back down.

I turned my thoughts from Havoc’s to hers again, watching as her dreams took a sensual tinge.

It only took Havoc a few seconds to settle between Isabetta’s thighs, sliding them over his shoulders so he could get comfortable.

She was going to wake up any second, but that didn’t really matter.

He was gentle, more than I expected, when he slid first one finger into her, then a second.

His mouth latched onto her clit, and his tongue swept across it.

Her soft whimpers went straight to my cock, and I looked over at Renzo, who was palming himself through the sheet.

Havoc didn’t wake Isabetta up gently, nor ease her into anything. It didn’t take more than a minute for him to stretch her with a third finger, as his teeth nipped at her clit hard enough she woke up with a cry, sitting up in bed and looking around in shock.

Renzo was there to catch her in a kiss, an echo of what happened on the plane.

I was feeling a little left out when Renzo’s hand reached past Isabetta to pull me closer.

Always happy to join in, I slid to sandwich Isabetta between us, and Renzo leaned to kiss me over her shoulder.

It felt good not to hide the way we felt about each other.

To be open in front of Isabetta, and from the way she moaned, she enjoyed it too.

Or that could have been the result of Havoc and his determined tongue working between her thighs.

Renzo bit my lower lip, drawing a gasp from me as my hips bucked against Isabetta.

She whined between us, and Renzo pulled back with a dark laugh.

“Do you want something, little tesoro? I thought Havoc and Milo were teaching you to use your words?” He tapped her on the nose as he teased her, his laughter ringing out when she snapped her teeth at him.

Her hand was buried in Havoc’s hair, holding him close while his fingers worked in and out of her. I was surprised it had taken her this long to make that sound. Havoc held her on the edge with enough pressure to keep her at the heights of her pleasure, but did not let her tip over.

“Please Renzo, tell him to make me come. Please?” She gazed up at him, her eyes conveying her need. He took hold of her halo and pulled her head back, studying her expression.

“You’re going to come, tesoro, and then we’re going to take you. All three of us. We’re going to make you scream. Then you’re going to sit on your special chair and eat your breakfast like a good girl, while dripping cum from all your holes.”

It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t teasing her. He painted such a vivid image in her mind I had to bite my fist to keep from cursing.

Renzo used his grip on her halo to make her nod her head, then let her go. His eyes went to mine, and one eyebrow raised. I projected her thoughts to him, and he grinned. “If that’s what my little tesoro wants, then who am I to deny her?”

Isabetta looked between the two of us, a touch of confusion clouding her face, but it was replaced with a gasp of pleasure as Havoc nipped her clit, annoyed he had lost her attention.

Renzo reached down and pulled his head up by his hair while I wrapped my hands around Isabetta’s waist and pulled her closer, but not enough to unseat Havoc’s fingers.

I peppered her shoulder with kisses as my hands slid up to cup her tits.

“Tesoro wants your pierced cock inside her tight cunt, Havoc. She’s just having trouble asking for what she wants. Not that it’s going to matter with Milo fucking her pretty throat.”

Havoc grinned at Renzo’s words, and pushed his fingers in as deeply as he could, rubbing his thumb firmly against her clit. Any complaints Isabetta may have had were swallowed by her moan, as her thighs tried to close around his wrist.

“We should get her into a better position.” I offered helpfully as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I was reluctant to let her go, but it was going to be so much better once my cock was in her mouth.

Renzo nodded and grabbed a tube from the drawers beside the bed as he stood. “On her hands and knees.”

Havoc pulled his fingers free, sucking on them as he slid up the bed and laid on his back in the spot where Renzo had been.

“Come on, little fucktoy. You’re going to love feeling my piercings in your cunt.

” Isabetta was flushed, but clearly eager, as she moved to straddle him.

There was none of the shame or hesitance that had been present when we had first arrived on the island.

She knew what she wanted, and what we wanted of her.

It filled my heart with pride to see her becoming the beautiful sexual creature we knew she could be.

Havoc gripped her hips and seated her on his cock in one move.

She threw her head back, her cry full of pleasure as her thighs shook and the first orgasm of the day shattered her body.

Havoc grinned and rocked her hips against his, enjoying the way her pussy pulsed around him, grinding his piercings against her inner walls.