Page 23 of Humility

“Are you ready for more?”

Eyes as wild as any tiger and as golden as the most exotic cat looked up at me from under thick lashes. I was lost to this woman. As much as I fought it when we were young, she’d claimed me. I now understood that I was doomed from the start.

“Yes,” she said, and I pulled her to me.

“Good, because I’m going to claim every inch of your body now, and if anyone other than myself or Dario lay a finger on you, I will cut their hands off before I rip their heart from their chest. You are ours and only ours, do you understand?”

She licked her lips, goosebumps rising on her skin. “Yes, I understand.”

“Right answer.” I kissed her and gripped her lush ass as I pulled her up my body.

I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted her and had planned everything right down to this moment to make sure she was mine.

Chapter Eleven

JASMINE

I’d never been shy about my body, and the hungry look in Angelo’s and Dario’s eyes had me rubbing my thighs together. I kept expecting to be scared and figured it would be natural my first time, but fear was pushed aside for raw need. I wanted them. All the fantasies I’d never spoken to anyone about stepped out of my mind and into my bedroom.

Of course, my brain screamed that I should push Angelo away and take off out the door like I did the first time Angelo kissed me. But my body and the hope in my heart had a different idea.

I’d secretly wanted Angelo and even Dario over the years, thinking about them as I touched myself late at night before falling asleep. I hated them for making my life miserable, yet there was something so addictive about them that I found myself walking into the line of fire for more. Maybe even inciting the confrontations.

Here I was, placing my trust and my heart in their hands. Was it stupid? Most likely, but I wasn’t going to stop. If I was going to marry anyone, I wanted it to be someone I chose, someone who made a fire burn in my belly and challenged me. Was it crazy to want both of them, to be okay with two men in my life? I didn’t know, and at the moment, I could not have cared less what the gossipy other women would think.

The heat burning in my gut and the feel of Angelo’s skin made me shiver as my back touched the cool sheets. He settled between my thighs, and the sliver of fear that I was really going to go through with this vanished as Angelo kissed me like I was his whole world.

Dario was suddenly there, his muscular chest like a wall beside me.

“Touch me,” he whispered in my ear as I trembled under Angelo. Angelo broke the kiss only to suck on my neck in almost the same spot as Dario. My heart felt like it would pound right out of my chest as I stared into Dario’s soft brown eyes.

Removing my hand from Angelo’s flexing shoulder, I laid it on Dario’s hip, but he pushed down until my fingers brushed his hard shaft. He felt impossibly large, and I timidly wrapped my hand around his girth. He sucked in a ragged breath and groaned in my ear as he squeezed my hand tighter.

“Just like that, Princess, that feels incredible,” he whispered. I followed his lead as he guided me up his stiff cock and back down. The sounds of his pleasure drove me wild.

As much as Angelo unnerved me, Dario calmed me. The two of them together were like a strong drink that had a hard bite but a smooth aftertaste.

I pressed my hips up into Angelo, and he rose above me like a great snake. He looked deadly as he stared down at me, his chest and arms lined with muscle. This man was a far cry from the boy I knew growing up, and I abruptly realized how small I was compared to either of them if they wanted to hurt me.

“Have you ever fucked yourself with anything bigger than your fingers,” Angelo asked as he rocked his hips against me. I blushed so hard that it felt like my entire body was on fire.

“What do you mean?”

Angelo smirked. “I meant a toy, but anything really. Could be a carrot or a cucumber, maybe a little zucchini action.”

I smacked my hand off his chest, and he laughed. “No, I haven’t.”

“Not a big deal, but this is going to hurt at first, so grip my shoulders again so you don’t unintentionally hurt Dario.” I did as he said, and my pulse pounded harder. He rocked forward again, and this time, I felt his tip spread me open before pulling back out. “You ready?” I nodded, then screamed as Angelo drove into my body in one powerful thrust.

Dario muffled my yell as he kissed me, but I could only whimper and shake as my nails dug into Angelo’s shoulders. No amount of warning could’ve prepared me for the sharp pain that lanced through my stomach right to my back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Angelo said through clenched teeth. “God dammit, you make me want to come already.” I felt his body shaking, and the sensation traveled right up his cock.

“It’s okay,” Dario said, his voice soothing. He kissed my cheek, and I realized tears were running down my face. “It always hurts at first. It will ease. Just try to relax.” He smoothed my hair back and pressed his body against mine. I turned my head and buried my face into his chest. I hated tears.

He was right. The sharp pain eased to a dull ache, and as Angelo rotated his hips around in a circle, it began to feel good.

“You like that, Tiger?”