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Renzo didn’t have to pull me far to press his lips to mine.

There was a sharp bite of teeth, a warning that he hadn’t forgotten my earlier misdemeanor, but I didn’t let it worry me.

Renzo wasn’t the sort to take his anger out on another in bed.

He valued his self-control, and the safety and enjoyment of his partners far too much for that.

But it didn’t mean he was going to take it easy on me, and I would be disappointed if he did.

As our kiss turned harder, I gripped the front of his shirt, not to pull him closer, but to make it harder for him to pull away.

I was mindful of our audience; it was hard not to be.

I could hear her breathing, and her thoughts tickled at the edge of mine, broadcasting loudly.

Usually I had no trouble tuning out the thoughts of those close to me, keeping up a wall for my sanity, but seeing myself with Renzo through Isabetta’s eyes was a true temptation.

Renzo pulled my head sharply back, breaking our kiss. Perhaps he had sensed my attention shifting, or maybe he was showing his control to Isabetta. Either way, I was forced to look up at him as we both breathed in hard. His smirk was so reminiscent of Havoc’s that I knew I was in trouble.

“I don’t want my tesoro to feel left out, and she should have a better view, don’t you think? Why don’t we put that charming tongue of yours to use?” He turned my head, forcing me to look at her. Her dark eyes were blown wide as her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her thighs clamped together.

“Tesoro, I want you to hop up onto your knees for me. Be a good girl now.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion, but Renzo’s tone brokered no argument. She rose on to her knees, the sheets falling back down onto the bed.

“Milo is going to lie under you, and I want you to ride his face. You deserve the best seat in the house, after all. You can watch every second of me fucking him. He’s going to make you come at least twice, aren’t you, pet?

” I didn’t need the force of his hand in my hair to nod eagerly.

I was looking forward to this, and it took all my restraint not to pull against his tight hold and throw myself onto the bed.

Renzo turned my head back so he could look down at me again. “Do not disappoint me, pet.” His fingers dug into the cheek of my ass before he urged me toward the bed.

I didn’t need any more permission, my clothes were off in record time, discarded on the floor as I slid onto my back.

My hands settled on Isabetta’s thighs as I got into position.

Once I was settled, I pulled Isabetta down, facing where Renzo would join us.

She struggled against my grip, trying to lift herself up.

But I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her down hard, forcing her to sit on my face.

I was glad Renzo had taken her plug out before she got on the plane, wanting her to be comfortable while she traveled, so I didn’t have to worry about it smashing me in the nose.

The only downside to having Isabetta seated on my face was that I couldn’t see or hear Renzo. There were faint rumblings of sound, but not loud enough to carry to me. Isabetta relaxed a little, so he must have been encouraging her not to worry about crushing me.

I didn’t want to be accused of slacking, and I was also feeling surprisingly impatient, so I got right to work.

I made sure I had a tight hold on Isabetta as my tongue swirled around her clit.

Her knees clamped around my head and her fingers pressed into my chest as she folded forward, unable to move her hips.

I didn’t give her any time to relax, as I sucked on the sensitive bud, before lapping at it with the flat of my tongue.

Renzo didn’t make me wait either. I felt the bed dip under his weight, and my anticipation built as his hands spread my legs further apart and he settled between them.

I didn’t let myself get distracted, focusing on Isabetta’s pleasure, knowing my own would not come until Renzo felt I had earned it.

Focusing on the taste of her and on the different ways I could make her move, I encouraged her to grind her hips.

On teasing her, and how it made her try to pull away from me, whereas direct pressure with the flat of my tongue made her squeeze her legs around my head.

When Renzo stretched me with two lube-slicked fingers, I let go of one of her thighs, and as my tongue continued to swirl against her clit, I slid two fingers into her, matching his pace.

When he added a third, so did I, sucking greedily as she gripped my fingers tightly.

It felt like I was a conduit. Every second of pleasure Renzo brought me was carried through my body and into Isabetta.

When Renzo’s fingers slid free and I felt the head of his cock push against my loosened hole, I knew I had to make Isabetta come.

I would not last long, and I didn’t want to be in more trouble than I already was.

Renzo kept his initial thrust slow, making me feel each inch as he sunk into me.

I crooked my fingers, seeking Isabetta’s G-spot.

My fingers stroked against it, insistently.

She liked a firm touch, and coupled with my tongue against her clit, it didn’t take long until her thighs trembled and pressed tightly against my ears as she rocked against my face, chasing her release.

I kept up the steady pace until she went rigid above me and her cry reverberated through her body.

I was disappointed I couldn’t see her face, but I would not swap my place for anything.

Renzo increased his pace, a challenge between the two of us. His cock rocked against my prostate and his hands gripped my hips, making sure I didn’t slide up the bed as he thrust harder and deeper, not wanting to unseat Isabetta from her throne.

I was grateful for the time I had spent teaching her the limits of her body and what it could take.

It gave me an advantage in this game. I knew how quickly her clit became sensitive when she had already come.

My fingers kept pace with Renzo’s thrusts, and I continued to lick, my tongue not giving her a moment of peace.

She ground against my face, rubbing her clit against me, trying to make me speed up.

Renzo matched her, and I groaned. A shudder ran through her in reply.

She was still slouched forward, one hand resting on my ribs, helping her keep her balance.

My eyes almost rolled back in my head when I felt her fingers wrap around my cock, jerking it in time with Renzo’s thrusts.

My back arched as my need built higher and I worked desperately to make her come.

I wasn’t sure which one of us detonated first. Renzo was slamming in deep now. My hips pulled off the bed as he railed me. Isabetta’s fist gripped my cock tightly as she came hard. My release spilled over her fingers, dripping onto my sweat-slick abdomen.

When I finally caught my breath, I eased my pace, letting her come down gently.

As she lifted her hips, I sucked my fingers into my mouth, not wanting to waste any of her taste.

I must have looked smug, because Renzo raised an eyebrow at me as he withdrew.

I was sure I was still in some trouble, but that was going to be a problem for tomorrow.

Reaching out, I wrapped an arm around Isabetta, tugging her down and pulling her tightly against me. Her back pressed against my chest, and my lips peppered soft kisses against her neck.

Now I needed some fucking sleep.