“Baby, you may be too sore for that.”
She shook her head as his warm gentle strokes against her skin aroused her.
“I want you. I want you both. Please don’t deny me. You both have my heart, and I’ve never truly given all of me to anyone but the two of you. Please, make love to me? Hold me, tell me that everything will be fine. I need you.” She heard the desperation in her voice.
Cash undid the knot in her robe. He spread the thick material open and took a deep breath.
She cupped his face between her hands, as she heard Zane undressing behind her. “Please don’t focus on the bruises. Focus on me. Make me get lost. Make the images disappear, even if only for a little while.”
He turned his head in her hands and kissed her palms, as she felt his hands slowly press under and against her breasts. She moaned softly. The feel of Cash’s hard, manly hands against her sensitive mounds brought her almost instant relief.
“Put your hands by your sides,” Zane whispered from behind her. She instantly got the chills from his voice and his command. As she immediately placed her hands at her sides, Zane slowly pulled off her robe, revealing her naked body.
She closed her eyes while Cash continued to caress her breasts and Zane took a sharp intake of breath. She reached back, and touched his bare thigh. He pressed against her back and placed his arm gently around her waist as he used his other hand to move her hair off her shoulder. He kissed her neck.
She absorbed their touch, and their gentle kisses across her flesh. When Cash lifted her leg up and placed her foot high on the bed next to his thigh, she felt her pussy cream. She wanted their touch. She craved their big cocks, and the depth they reached when both men were inside of her.
“Please. I need you both.”
“We have you, baby. We want to go slow. We need to be sure that you’re not in pain,” Zane said then sucked harder on her neck as his cock pressed between her ass cheeks.
Her anus tightened in anticipation. It was such a natural response to having two lovers. She felt so desperate for the contact, and for their double penetration.
“Please.” As she said the word, Cash stroked her pussy with his finger and pressed the digit upward. She slowly glided her hips forward, needing more than just his digit.
He pushed in and out of her cunt. The sopping-wet sound filled the air.
“Now. I need you both now,” she demanded.
Cash pulled his finger from her pussy then leaned forward and latched onto her breast. He licked and tugged on her nipple then swirled his tongue around her sensitive areola. She panted and then felt Zane’s fingers push into her pussy from behind. Cash fell backward to the bed. He undid his pants, pulled them off, but his shirt was still on. Chiara didn’t care as she began climbing up on top of Cash to take his cock inside of her. Zane pulled her back, as he stroked her pussy with three thick digits.
“Oh.” She moaned. But then she wouldn’t allow them complete control. That wasn’t how their relationship was despite the men’s commanding personalities. She leaned forward and took Cash’s cock between her lips. As she bent, she gave Zane full access to her cunt and anus. He shoved fingers in and out of her sopping-wet pussy, and she sucked Cash down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down as Cash held her head and hair in a fisted grip. She felt wild, and so damn needy. She was moaning and humming while she sucked Cash down.
“Fuck, baby, I want to be inside you when I come. You’re killing me. That feels so good,” Cash told her. His appreciation and pleasure turned her on, and then she felt Zane pull his fingers from her pussy and push a wet, slick digit into her ass. She gasped and almost released Cash’s cock, but then grabbed onto his hips and held him inside of her. Zane stroked his fingers hard and fast into her ass, and then pulled out. She felt so disappointed, and then a moment later she felt the mushroom top at her puckered hole then him pushing inside of her. She felt her body shake, and released Cash’s cock as her first orgasm hit her.
“Oh!” she moaned.
Zane gripped her hips almost to her groin, so he probably wouldn’t press on her bruises, and then shoved in all the way.
She was gasping and shaking from the onslaught of sensations.
“Fuck, baby, your ass is so tight and wet. Climb up on Cash now.”
She shivered from Zane’s deep voice. She climbed up with Cash and Zane’s help then slowly took Cash into her pussy as Zane pulled halfway out of her ass. As she sank down on Cash, he cupped her breasts and she began to move on top of him. Zane shoved in and out of her ass, and she closed her eyes and let her mind drift to only thoughts of pleasure with her lovers.
“So good, baby. I love being inside of you.”
“I love it, too. I feel safe when we’re like this.” She lost her breath as Zane thrust harder.
“I love you, Chiara. I was so scared, baby. So fucking scared,” Zane said then pressed her lower against Cash’s chest. His palms were against her ass as he thrust over and over again. The vibrations went through their bodies, and she felt Cash’s cock grow longer and harder. She was full and content as Zane grunted her name and exploded inside of her. She kissed Cash, and Cash made love to her mouth as Zane gently pulled from her ass. The moment he was free, Cash rolled her to her back and thrust into her deeply. He kneeled up between her legs and placed his palms against her cheeks as he held her gaze.
“I love you,” he said. She placed her hands over his hands and held them there until he clasped their fingers together and moved her arms above her head.
“Are you okay, or too sore for this?” He was panting and she loved that she did this to him.
“I’m fine. I love when you restrain me. I love when you come inside of me.”
He smiled and looked over her breasts and then lower, watching his thick cock get lost in her pussy.
“You are ours forever.”
His face tensed and his strokes grew faster and deeper, as he held her hands above her head and made her body erupt again.
“Sweet Jesus, I love feeling like this. I’ve never felt like this. Never.”
She felt his thighs tighten and his cock grow. He held her gaze, moaned, and then held himself deep inside her, claiming her once again, his woman.
Chapter 10
Robert heard the floor squeak, and as he looked up from his desk, a bolt of shock hit him. Angelo Gessati.
He wasn’t just a ghost from his past, the constant burden that had lain on Robert’s mind for years. The man stood before him now, far from the Italian prison he had hoped Angelo died in.
“It’s been a long time, Robert.” Angelo looked around the room, and then back at Robert. “You’ve done well over the years.”
Robert could practically see Angelo biting his cheek, holding the anger at bay.
Angelo had always been a crazy, forceful bastard, but he was always attentive, and caring to Patricia. Robert felt the instant jealousy reemerge. Patricia had had a soft spot for Angelo too.
“What is it that you want?”
Angelo remained at a distance. It was as if he didn’t trust himself to move too much closer.
“I want what’s mine.”
Robert moved around to the front of his desk.
“What’s yours? Nothing of mine is yours.” Robert felt like the words left this mouth like venom. This fucking guy was not going to blackmail him or take from him everything he had accomplished over the years. It was too late anyway. He was giving it all to Marvin, despite the fact that the little weasel wanted Chiara.
“Everything you have is mine, and belongs to me. You took away my life, my freedom and Patricia. You framed me. You had my papers get lost so that I was forced to spend my life in that Godforsaken prison. It all ends here.” Angelo raised his voice.
The office door swung open. Robert’s butler and another staff member were yelling for the person to stop. Someone said to call the police.
“What do you want? How did you get in here? Who are you?” Robert Costiano asked in
a panic as he leaned back against his desk, gripping the wood with both hands. The man in front of him held a gun, and was just staring at him. Robert’s life passed before his eyes. Had Angelo Gessati sent this man to kill him? Why now? What had changed? Would Angelo really leave Chiara to suffer like this? Robert had cared for her and provided for her for all these years.
“She’s nothing but a whore. You pushed her to this. Now she can suffer.”
“Don’t do it, Cane. This is not what you were hired to do. You’ve gone over the line,” Angelo yelled at Cane. Cane chuckled. One look at the man and Robert knew that he wasn’t dealing with a full deck.
“I don’t understand. You sent this man here to kill me? You’ll get nothing,” Robert said toward Angelo, with this man Cane still pointing a gun at him, and looking wild with rage.
He just stared at Robert, looking him over with disgust. The chills ran over Robert’s body. He could see from the corner of his eye, Angelo preparing to do something. Was he going to join this man, and kill Robert right here? With the staff looking on, the sounds of sirens in the distance, he would kill him and then go to jail all over again? It didn’t make sense.
“Cane, put the damn gun down. This is over now. You’ve lost it,” Angelo stated.
“I didn’t lose shit. This piece of crap never loved his daughter. He pushed her into the arms of two man whores who use women for their bodies and then dump them. She’ll need cleansing. Chiara will need a man like me to care for her, protect her, and keep her away from men like those two and her own father.”
Robert had never been so confused. He looked at Angelo, and even after all these years, he could tell that he was worried, and that perhaps he wasn’t behind this mess or this man’s actions.
Robert had nowhere to run or hide, and he knew that this man was going to kill him.
He took a step forward.
“My daughter is mine. You can’t have her and neither can Angelo.”
“Chiara is mine. You don’t deserve her. You never did!” Cane yelled as his body shook, but not his steady hand that held the gun still pointed at Robert.
“Put down your weapon. Police.” The door burst open, the sound of a gun went off, and a feeling of instant pain hit Robert directly in the chest.
As he grabbed his chest, he looked up and saw Angelo Gessati, along with four other men, and the police.
There was a scuffle, and a second shot went off, as the police and Angelo took Cane down. Angelo then walked closer to Robert. They locked gazes.
“Why? Why did you do this? What the hell is wrong with you?” Angelo asked Cane, as the police handcuffed him.
But the men had tackled him to the ground, as he resisted arrest again. Cane was handcuffed as they exited the room.
“The paramedics are on their way, sir.”
Robert slumped to the floor.
“Robert.”
He opened his eyes and saw Angelo.
“Why?” Robert asked.
“This wasn’t my fault. This isn’t what I wanted. He went crazy. He’s obsessed with Chiara. Her pictures were all over his apartment. He lost it, and that’s why I came here to see you. Just lie still, Robert. The ambulance is on its way.”
Robert felt the tears reach his eyes. Thoughts of Patricia filled his mind. He would be with her again. That was all he ever wanted. To make her happy.
“Is he okay? Where was he shot?” someone asked.
“In the chest, Al. Call Cash and Zane. Have them bring Chiara to the hospital. Have them meet us there, and I’ll explain everything.”
Epilogue
Chiara was trying to understand the story this man Angelo was explaining to the detectives, to Cash, her, and Zane, as well as to Flynn and Jett. Zane and Cash’s friends along with their security team had figured out where Cane was headed and who had originally set up the hit. As he explained about wanting to hurt Robert, her father, and about taking back what belonged to him, the man kept looking at her. Each time he did, he had tears in his eyes, and he looked nervous.
Despite her father’s treatment of her, she was still concerned and was waiting to see him. He had been asking for her and for Angelo, but first the police and everyone wanted to know why this had happened.
“It was not my intention to hurt anyone physically. Cane was hired by my lawyer, Benson Fortworth,” Angelo stated then nodded toward the man standing beside him with a firm, pompous expression. To Chiara he appeared to believe he was invincible.
“Cane lost his mind. He obviously became obsessed with Chiara,” Fortworth stated in his defense.
“How do you know this?” Zane asked.
“There were pictures of Chiara all over his apartment. He had items of hers. It appeared he had also been in her apartment numerous times,” Al informed them.
One look at Zane and Cash and she saw their anger. She gripped their hands. They looked at her.
“Go on,” she said.
“I wanted to get back what was owed to me. Robert had taken away everything I loved and worked for.” Angelo began to tell them all about Italy, about Patricia, and about how Robert had double-crossed him and gotten him locked up for crimes he didn’t commit.
“I had been waiting for twenty-five years to get back at him, and to see your mother again. She is what kept me holding on. I loved her.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to say too much. I think that Robert will want to tell you the truth now. He knows that if he doesn’t, I will.”
“Then let’s go in there. I want to know what this is all about,” Chiara said.
“Will you allow us time alone with Robert?” he asked the detectives.
“Mr. Gessati, hiring a hit man is a very serious offense,” one of the detectives began to say.
“Mr. Gessati did not hire a hit man. He hired someone to look out for his assets and be available to apply some pressure if things didn’t go as planned. There is no evidence or incident that has Mr. Gessati’s attachment,” his lawyer stated.
“I can see where this is headed,” one of the detectives stated sarcastically, as he rolled his eyes at Benson Fortworth.
“I want to hear what he and my father have to say,” Chiara interrupted.
“You’re not going in there alone with them. We know very little about this guy, and your father hasn’t exactly been very caring about you,” Zane stated firmly. She squeezed his hand and Cash’s.
“That’s why you’ll be in there with me.”
Zane gave her a wink and kissed the top of her head.
“We’ll go in with her,” Cash told them and then they followed Angelo into Robert’s hospital room.
* * * *
Robert was resting, and glad that the bullet had hit his shoulder bone as opposed to his heart. He would have died. But at this point, after everything that had happened, he wanted to die. He had done everything wrong. He deserved to suffer.
The sight of Angelo entering the room with Chiara made him angry, jealous, and hateful. It brought back memories of Patricia. Memories he had buried twenty-five years ago.
“Robert, the detectives have agreed to let us talk and explain things to Chiara. I’m going to cooperate with the authorities if any charges are made against me. But I think we both know that Chiara deserves to hear the truth.”
“Chiara.” He held out his hand. Chiara hesitated, and he didn’t blame her one bit. He had been a horrible father, and he had pushed her away the moment Patricia was gone. He had lived with the lie for too long to bear.
She walked closer and took his hand.
“You’ve done some terrible things, Daddy. You tried to make me marry Marvin and break things off with Cash and Zane, when I love them.”
“I didn’t want you to suffer as I had. Marvin was a creep, and from my understanding after reading the e-mail you sent out to everyone, he’s a thief as well. I always knew you were smart. You’re business sense, your determination to succeed, is impressive. If I weren’t so caught up in the
past, I would have embraced this time with you. I would have given you more, including the company, if I could just forget about the past, and stop punishing you for it.”
“Punishing me for it? Why would I be to blame for something in the past? Do you mean between you and Angelo?” She looked at her men and Angelo. Angelo was stone-faced. Robert had to make things right. Chiara and Angelo had suffered enough.
“Like the love you have for your men, Cash and Zane, Angelo and I shared your mother, Patricia.”
Chiara gasped.
“What?”
“We were both in love with Patricia. But Robert felt more compelled to claim her as his own,” Angelo said with anger.
“I did some terrible things, Chiara. I set Angelo up to be caught for a crime that he didn’t commit, but that would bring Patricia and I closer. I hadn’t expected it to be for so long—”
“Bullshit, Robert. Tell the woman the Goddamn truth for once and stop lying. You paid off the judge. You greased the palms of people on the inside so that my time tripled. I have the proof,” Angelo stated firmly and Robert felt his chest tighten.
“Patricia didn’t belong with you. I loved her first. I found her first.”
“I loved her just as much. We were best friends, Robert. We wanted that type of relationship and had discussed it for years. What went wrong? We were making great money, and Patricia was happy with both of us. Why did you sabotage me? Why?”
“Because I didn’t think I was good enough for her. I thought she loved you more. I thought that type of relationship was fine with me, but then I grew paranoid. Your little talks with her late at night on the docks. The way she smiled up at you was different. She didn’t love me as much.”
“You started pulling away. I remember that. Why didn’t you talk to me about it? We would have worked it out. That’s what you do in combined relationships like what we had. There’s no jealousy, no tit for tat. The relationship is a hundred percent three ways. All in. What the fuck changed?” Angelo demanded.
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