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Milo

T he phone calls didn’t stop all day. I was glad Renzo had insisted that we have individual offices set up.

Havoc’s was still an empty room, but I was sure he would find a use for it at some point.

I sat at my desk for the first two calls so I could take notes of all the gossip people called me with, but by the third time my phone rang, I was lying on my couch.

Usually, I would have had these conversations over lunch or a coffee, but unsurprisingly, my calendar was empty.

People worried about the Alps or were waiting to see who came out on top.

We were constantly swimming in a shark tank, after all.

I saw Isabetta a couple of times during the day, walking around the house with her phone and a notebook.

This wasn’t how I wanted to spend my first day at home with her.

I wanted to still be in bed, or better yet, showing her the playroom we had here at the house.

But we needed to deal with the Alps before they did any more damage.

Havoc didn’t return that night. I checked in with him, reaching out to him mentally as his phone went straight to voicemail.

He was furious. That someone had taken advantage of us being away.

That they felt like they could. And that we were in danger because we had finally taken some time to ourselves.

But more so, he was angry that he wasn’t getting answers.

I was worried about him but knew better than to get in his way when he was on a warpath.

He would come home when he had the information he wanted, and not before.

Renzo was in and out of the house. When he was home, he was in his office, meeting with men who had worked for his father for years.

Those we knew were loyal, who had watched Renzo grow up and take over more and more of the business.

They were men we trusted, and who trusted us.

He briefed them on the threat, on what to look for, and sent them back out.

When he left the house, he met with business owners and members of our supply chain.

He reassured them of our strength and their safety, listened to their concerns, and worked with them to make sure we could keep them safe in the future.

He had always been good at this part of being a leader.

It was why his father had been so willing to retire and leave Renzo to take over.

After three days of meetings, phone calls, and chasing up leads, I needed a break. I had only spent time with Isabetta during dinner, or when I had finally gotten into bed, but she was already asleep and curled up against Renzo as he read. I missed her, and I could use a pleasant distraction.

Checking in the bedroom and the kitchen first, I didn’t find her in either.

She was likely making lists of the things she wanted for the house.

It became a game, like hide and seek, only she didn’t know I was looking for her.

I resisted the urge to cheat, keeping myself from looking for her thoughts, but after five minutes of searching, I regretted my decision.

Perhaps Renzo had taken her out. I was disappointed, but I couldn’t blame either of them for wanting to escape the house for a while.

With a sigh, I started down the hallway back to my office.

As I passed by Renzo’s closed office door, I heard a familiar moan and stopped.

I hadn’t looked in there, as Renzo only closed the door when he wasn’t in or didn’t want to be disturbed.

Maybe he hadn’t been the one to close it.

Hearing a soft cry I knew all too well, I opened the door just enough to stick my head through. The sight of Isabetta bent over the desk, and Renzo’s hand tightly pulling her head back by her halo, made me grin. Looks like I hadn’t been the only one to seek her out.

Isabetta’s cheeks were flushed, but it was hard to tell if it was because I had walked in, or because she was getting railed so hard there were going to be bruises on her thighs from where Renzo was driving her into the desk.

Renzo motioned with his head for me to come into the office and I didn’t bother shutting the door behind me.

There was no one else in the house, and we weren’t expecting anyone until after dinner.

“Isabetta wanted to go out this afternoon. I was hoping you would take her to shop for some things she wants for the house.” Renzo’s pace didn’t let up as he spoke.

I moved closer, my fingers running through her hair before cupping her cheek.

My thumb pressed into her mouth, pushing her tongue down as it sank into the warmth.

“Did she remember the rules, or did you have to remind her?” We had spent a lot of time coming up with those rules.

There had been a lot of arguing. Havoc had wanted every hole to be filled before she left the house, but calmer heads had prevailed.

She would need some rest, after all. If it had been up to Havoc, she would have been naked, collared, and filled every hour of the day.

As much as it painted an exciting picture, it wasn’t practical.

“She remembered, and she asked so sweetly. That deserves a treat, I think. Why don’t you reward her for her pretty words?”

Isabetta had sucked on my thumb while we talked about her like she couldn’t hear us. Too caught up in the feeling of being filled to be indignant about our rudeness.

I slid my other hand into her hair, keeping a tight grip on it as Renzo let go of her halo and gripped her hips.

He eased his pace enough to make her mewl in disappointment, and I couldn’t help but laugh as she rutted back against him, her fingers gripping the desk to give her the leverage to thrust her hips back.

“So needy, ragazza dolce. I would hate to think we have been neglecting you. Don’t worry, after I take you shopping, I will bring you home and make sure you get all the cock you can handle.

” She looked up at me with lust in her eyes, her pupils blown, as I thrust my thumb in and out of her mouth, matching Renzo’s pace.

She was stunning like this, in the depths of debauchery.

I reluctantly pulled my thumb free, needing to undo my trousers.

I ran my hand up and down my cock, then brought it to her lips.

She didn’t bother to hide from it or close her mouth.

The time spent teaching her what I liked was well spent, and she flattened her tongue against the underside of my cock, relaxing her throat and letting me push in as deeply as I wanted.

Renzo and I fell into a practiced rhythm, driving her back and forth between us.

She was clinging to the desk now that her back was not pulled into such a tight arch.

I kept her head up, making it easier to push into her throat with every forward thrust. Renzo reached around her, his hand wedged tightly between her and the wood, his fingers rubbing against her clit and driving her higher.

The two of them reached their climax together, groaning and shuddering in unison.

I slowed my thrusts, moving shallower so Isabetta didn’t choke as she moaned against my cock, but the vibration made it hard to hold back. Renzo smirked at me as he ground his hips against her, working his cum in deep as he leaned forward and pressed kisses to her spine.

“Do you think we should let him come, tesoro? He interrupted us, so maybe he doesn’t deserve to.

What do you think? Nod or shake your head.

” Renzo’s words were directed at me as much as they were her.

I wasn’t sure if this was payback for letting her wander on the island, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

I still had a tight grip on Isabetta’s hair, and I was tempted to make her nod her head, but I wanted to see what she said.

Whether she was going to play the game his way or her own.

I wasn’t surprised when she said nothing. I pulled back further, leaving just the tip of my cock in her mouth, and giving her space to breathe; she could even speak if she wanted to. This might push her too far. Renzo continued to smirk at me as he pressed more kisses to her trembling skin.

“You know what, tesoro? Maybe you are a little overwhelmed. I will give you time to think about it, and you can answer me tonight.” Though I wanted to curse as he motioned for me to pull back, I reluctantly removed my cock from her mouth, carefully tucking my hard length into my boxers and trousers, then zipped them up.

Isabetta looked over her shoulder at Renzo, her eyes wide, but when she tried to speak, he pressed his finger to her lips. “It’s all right, tesoro. It’s not the first time I have made Milo wait for what he wants. He knows how to behave. It’s why I trusted him to teach you.”

Any argument either of us had was curbed.

As Renzo straightened up, pulling Isabetta with him and giving me a wonderful view of her body.

As if he knew I was looking at her, his hand wrapped around her throat, holding her tightly against him.

She was balanced on her toes, biting her lip, and I had to wonder if he was still filling her.

He kissed her cheek and whispered something I couldn’t hear, before he stepped back, letting her go and pulling his trousers back up.

“Go upstairs and get dressed, tesoro. I need to talk to Milo before you go out.” He patted her on the ass, and with a flush on her cheeks, Isabetta walked naked toward the door.

She paused at my side and leaned up on her toes to press a kiss to my cheek.

I returned the gesture with a smile, pulling her into a brief embrace, even though it didn’t help the pressure of my cock straining against my pants.

When I let her go, she scampered out the door, closing it behind her.

“There are also appointments at two boutiques. They have a list of what I want her to try on, but if you see something, feel free to add it. I trust your taste. She needs clothes for dinner with our parents, and clothes for going out on the town. I am sure I don’t have to tell you to keep your eyes and your mind peeled.

We still don’t know where these assholes are. ” His tone was serious and concerned.

I nodded, making a note to get my shoulder holster before we left. Normally I left the weapons to Havoc and Renzo, preferring to rely on my magic, but there was a lot to be said about the expediency of a gun when under threat.

“Getting out of the house will be good for her. It will be beneficial for her to be seen out, so possibly take her out for a few meals. There are people you can meet with, places you can be seen together. Let people see you’re not scared.

That you’re enjoying married life.” I gave my advice and Renzo nodded, taking his seat, his attention already turning to the work that was still piled up.

“Make it happen. And have you seen your brother? He’s not answering his phone.”

I shook my head, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“You know what he is like. Any threat against us is something he takes personally. I’ve been checking in.

He’s following up leads. I will encourage him to come home if you think it will help him take a break.

And he will definitely be home for dinner with your parents.

” We all knew better than to miss one of Renzo’s mother’s dinners.

That woman had honed guilt into a weapon that was sharper than any blade.

Renzo shook his head. “He will be angry if you call him off the hunt. It’s better he works off the energy and then comes home. Just make sure he isn’t hurt, and that he doesn’t need help. You know he won’t ask for it.”

Havoc had never been good at asking for help. He preferred to stab problems until they were no longer a threat. If something couldn’t be solved with violence, then it wasn’t a problem he wanted anything to do with.

“Call me when she is trying on the dresses. I want to see them.”

I smiled at his request. “Of course, I will even have her put on a show for you.” I stepped back toward the door and opened it, but Renzo’s voice interrupted me before I left.

“Milo, I don’t have to tell you that you’re not allowed to fuck her in the change room. The next time either of you gets off, it’s going to be with my cock inside you, understood?”

With the threat lingering in the air between us, I laughed and headed for my office. This was going to be a fun afternoon.