by Sienna Snow
She seemed to enjoy what she was doing. There was a huge difference between choosing to live this life and being forced into it.
“How long until she is recovered?” Trevolo studied Ana, lifting his hand to touch her face, but pulled back when he saw me take a step toward him. “I’d say a few more days at the most.”
Ana’s gaze went to me.
“Your bride is frightened.” Trevolo chuckled. “She’ll lose that fear soon enough.”
“It seems more that she is curious.” Sebastian turned in our direction and spoke. “I’m sure her master is preparing her plenty.”
“Why don’t the three of you get better acquainted.” Trevolo gestured to an unoccupied section of the room with a few armchairs positioned in a circle.
Motherfucker. He wanted a show with her.
“She hasn’t recovered yet.” I kept Ana by my side.
Trevolo smirked. “There is a difference between having your slave service you and then servicing her. Herr Weber knows how to give her pleasure without causing her discomfort.”
I wasn’t going to win this fucking one. God, I hoped Ana was ready for this.
“Ana, would you care if I escorted you to your seat?” Sebastian asked, grabbing her hand.
Ana’s hold on my arm grew harder, and if I didn’t say something it would only give Trevolo ammunition to fuck with me.
“Go, Ana. Weber will get you more comfortable. He knows what is permissible and what isn’t.”
She hesitated, as Trevolo would expect.
“Ana,” I warned.
She bit her lip and nodded, letting Sebastian lead her away.
“Don’t look at me like that, my friend. Weber is waiting to claim his purchase to allow for her full recovery. This is the least you can do. Besides, she is the one who benefits.”
I schooled my face into an emotionless mask.
“So be it. Don’t pull any more of this shit. You need me and my father too much to risk me pulling our aid.”
“I look at it as a mutually beneficial relationship. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have your bride. It was the eyes, wasn’t it? That’s what drew you to her.”
“Her eyes do capture a man.”
“She’s also a prize for another reason.”
I stared down at him, waiting for him to continue.
“She is Nora Shah. She is the daughter of—”
I finished his sentence. “Sharibin Shah. I already knew this.”
Surprise flashed over Trevolo’s face. “Were you aware of this in Italy?”
“I suspected, but her background checked out. Then when I arrived here, I was positive.”
“Now I understand the reason behind your purchase. You plan to send her back to her father used.”
Sharibin Shah had a reputation for wanting his daughters kept under lock and key until he arranged advantageous matches for them. He expected his female children to remain virgins and had them followed to ensure it. A whored-out daughter would be a slap in the face and would have her lose her worth in his eyes.
I’d believed the story until I learned it was Ana’s cover family. Now I was blown away at how deep Solon went to achieve their end goals.
“I’ll send her back once I have consumed the purchase price from her body.” I turned to look at Sebastian and Ana.
He had Ana pressed back against the sofa with her dress pushed up to her thighs. I clenched my teeth.
This is part of the game, asshole.
“I believe I will join my bride and direct the scene as I see fit.”
I left Trevolo and strode toward Sebastian and Ana. Some of the men and women shifted their attention to me and where I was going, but I couldn’t let anyone see I was bothered by the scene about to happen or the fact most of them would watch as Ana was touched by another man.
Ana’s worried gaze went immediately to mine as I took a seat across from her and Sebastian.
“Your bride is shy,” Sebastian said as he lifted the hem of her dress farther up.
“That’s because she knows she’s mine.”
“Mind if I have a taste?”
Any other woman I would have said, “go to town,” but this was Ana. My Ana.
To this date, I’d been the only man to ever touch her, taste her, fuck her.
“For her pleasure only. Do not cause her discomfort. She isn’t ready for what you like.”
“Understood.” Sebastian trailed his fingers up Ana’s arms, over her shoulders, and down the valley between her breasts.
“Ana, you don’t come unless I tell you,” I said. “Do I make myself clear?”
She nodded and then whimpered as Sebastian pulled down one strap of her gown and took her nipple into his mouth. She cried out as he bit the tip, digging her nails into the arms of the chair.
My cock hardened hearing her sounds of desire. This was so fucked up.
Sebastian released one perfect straining bud and repeated the process on the other. Ana arched and bit her lip. Her gorgeous face was flushed.
She held my gaze, tormented by having to go through with this act and enjoying it at the same time.
I wanted to kiss her, tell her it was okay, that Sebastian would take care of her, but I couldn’t.
Sebastian released her nipple with a pop and tugged her straps back up before he moved lower.
“I’ve wanted to taste this cunt ever since I walked in and saw you sucking your juices from Bonaparte’s fingers.”
Sebastian lifted Ana’s hips toward him and latched on to her pussy. She gasped and moaned, squeezing her eyes tight. Sebastian licked and sucked her clit, feasting on her. He slid a hand between her folds and pushed his thumb into her ass and a finger into her dripping cunt. In and out, in and out, he fucked her.
“Master. Help me.” She cried out, and I knew she was losing herself in her need.
“Come, Ana. Show Weber what he is only going to get for one night.”
Ana screamed, tossing her head side to side, riding out her orgasm as Sebastian fucked her with his mouth.
After a few moments, Sebastian pulled away, wiping his mouth on his shirt sleeve and straightening Ana’s dress.
“Come here, Ana.” Ana opened her eyes, still glazed by her orgasm, and rose on weak legs.
She took the hand I offered her and slid onto my lap, closing her eyes.
Chapter Thirteen
Anaya
* * *
“Turn around and get on all fours,” Adrian’s deep voice murmured into my ear as I woke for what seemed like the tenth time tonight.
“Ian.” I moaned, feeling my arousal pooling between my legs.
How was I aroused even though I just woke up? The man was a fucking machine. He'd fucked me five times already. He couldn’t possibly have any more cum left in him. He was seriously determined to mark every part of me before Sebastian joined us tomorrow night.
I heard the pop of a bottle top and my ass immediately clenched.
“Again?” I whimpered.
He’d taken me in my forbidden hole earlier tonight. Though I enjoyed it more than I wanted to admit, I wasn’t sure I was up for another round. He had a big cock and my ass hadn’t quite recovered from it.
“Yes. I’m making up for lost time. Your ass is a work of art and I want to bury myself in it.”
I opened my mouth to protest but he flipped me on my stomach, pulling my hips back.
“Ian,” I gasped and glared at him over my shoulder.
He slapped my butt cheek, hard. And instead of screaming at the sting, a moan escaped.
“You want it just as bad as I do.”
I couldn’t deny the truth. Being with Adrian was like having all my dirty fantasies come to life. Though this situation was the last place I wanted to live them out.
“You ready?” He smeared cool gel on my puckered entrance.
“If I say yes, will you let me sleep after?”
He rimmed the tight ring of muscle with the thick flared head of his c
ock. “If I said yes, I’d be lying. I plan to fuck your pussy at least one more time tonight.”
“Oh, God,” I said through clenched teeth as he pushed into my anal passage.
I inhaled deep, trying to relax my muscles and make it easier for him and me in turn. He worked in slow thrusts until he was in to the hilt.
Then he pushed me forward until I was lying on my stomach and his body blanketed me.
He nipped my shoulder with his teeth and at the same time pistoned in and out.
“You have no idea how many nights I’ve fantasized about you like this. You’re mine, Ana, no matter what we do tomorrow.”
He paused his thrusts and threaded his fingers with mine. “Will you forgive me for not protecting you from this?”
The onslaught of emotion in his tone had me lifting up and turning my head to look at him.
His emerald gaze was molten even in the darkness of the night.
“This isn’t something either of us wants but it isn’t your fault. Just know you’re the only man I want. The only man I have ever wanted.”
My words seemed to soothe the torment in him, and he touched his forehead to mine before kissing me and resuming his thrusts.
He released one of my hands and then slid it between the mattress and my body until he reached my clit. He strummed the bundle of nerves as he pounded his cock in and out of my ass. My pussy quickened and contracted.
My fingers curled into the sheets as the need to orgasm skyrocketed. “Yes, fuck me, Ian. Harder.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t hold out anymore. Come, baby, come with me.”
A few more strokes of his finger and I lost myself to the oblivion of pleasure with Adrian following a few thrusts later.
Chapter Fourteen
Anaya
* * *
The following night, Adrian, Sebastian, and I entered the bungalow. I moved to the spot in the living room by the sofa as Adrian instructed.
My pulse beat an unsteady rhythm as anticipation mixed with desire. This was going to be so different than that first night on the island with Adrian or what Sebastian had done to me the other night.
I couldn’t believe another man was going to fuck me. It didn’t matter that Sebastian had already gone down on me. I was entering new territory.
My skin prickled the second the door closed. The energy in the room was charged, filled with sexual tension.
Adrian moved to a corner to place a small pin-sized object on top of a bookcase.
“Activate the feed,” Sebastian said in a low whisper.
“Done,” Adrian responded and strolled toward me. His eyes were a molten emerald.
Was he okay with this? Would we be able to handle the aftermath of bringing another person into our relationship, even if it was only for a night?
With a finger, Adrian tilted my face up and leaned down, biting my lower lip and giving it a slight sting.
My body instantly responded.
“Stop worrying. I know who you belong to and so do you.”
I nodded as I continued to gaze up at him.
Adrian reached behind him and pulled out a deep red silk blindfold.
Where the hell had he gotten that?
I pushed the thought back. It was better I didn’t know.
He covered my eyes, completely blocking out my vision, and then secured the blindfold with a knot behind my head. Immediately, my senses fired, as did a wave of anxiety. The intoxicating scent of both men permeated the room. It was like rolling in rich chocolate and cognac.
“I want you to feel, to enjoy. This will be the only time in your life you will ever get to experience what it’s like to have two men worship you at the same time.”
I was about to ask him if he saw a future for us, but he squeezed my jaw. “This doesn't end here, Ana. I am the only man who will touch you for the rest of your life. You’re mine.”
My breath grew shallow and my lips trembled.
Sebastian stepped behind me and trailed a finger down my spine.
“Are you ready, Ana?”
I exhaled and nodded. “Yes.”
The men moved closer, the heat of their bodies, their raw masculinity almost overwhelming.
Dear God. We hadn’t even started and I was having a head trip.
Cupping my face, Adrian said with a bit of an edge to his voice I had never heard before, “Ana, you will do everything Weber and I say. He knows the hard limits. You will not argue. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes.”
“Good. She’s all yours to satisfy.” Adrian moved away. I reached out to grab hold of him, but he warned, “Ana.”
A shiver shot down my spine as I pulled back and waited to see what Sebastian would do.
“Shh.” Sebastian lifted my hair, set it over one shoulder, and then kissed my neck a second before he licked up to my ear.
“Ohhh,” I couldn’t help but moan.
“That’s it, Ana. Enjoy this. Let me give you pleasure.” He hooked the straps of my gown with his thumbs, pulling them down my arms and letting the gown drop to the rug. “You truly have the body of a real-life Aphrodite.”
He ran his fingers up the sides of my body, over my stomach, and to the tips of my breasts. He gave my puckered nipples a firm pinch, almost on the edge of too much, and then released.
I bit my lip, holding in a cry.
“No, Ana. I want to hear every sound, every moan, every scream.” He repeated the delicious torture on my sensitive buds, and this time I called out.
“Oh God.” I clenched my fists at my sides, hoping I could keep my balance.
“That’s it.” He drifted lower, until he reached the top of my pussy lips. “Give me your hand. We need to put it to good use.”
Without thinking, I obeyed, and he pushed my fingers through my soaked slit, rolling my clit.
“Too bad this beautiful pussy of yours is off limits for my cock. I would have reveled in losing myself in your tight, sweet cunt.”
My legs grew weak as my pussy contracted, aching for release.
“Please, I have to come. Let me come.”
Sebastian slid an arm around my waist, holding me to him, the heavy length of him molding itself to my back.
“Then come, Ana. Let go,” he crooned into my ear, squeezing my clitoral nub between my fingers.
I whimpered, feeling the pressure deep inside building but unable to let go. Why the fuck couldn’t I let go?
That was when I felt Adrian’s presence.
“Come for us baby. It’s okay.” He cupped my breast and then took a tip into his mouth, as Sebastian worked my hand against my clit.
Adrian bit down on my nipple and immediately I detonated.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” My pussy spasmed and flooded mine and Sebastian’s fingers.
Adrian licked and nipped at my breast until my release ebbed and my mind came back to the present.
“She can’t come without you, it seems.” Sebastian slid my hand from my slit and brought it up to his lips, sucking each of my fingers until they were clean of my essence. The sucking of his lips caused a tingling sensation over my skin.
“I told you she was mine.” There was a smug satisfaction to Adrian’s words.
“So you did.” Sebastian tugged me away from Adrian. “But for now, she is mine.”
He turned me, threaded his fingers into my hair, and drew me toward him. His lips were soft, softer than I expected. He kissed me with slow tastes, not going deeper than a few passes of his mouth.
“You taste like a decadent wine. No wonder he can’t get enough of you.”
I couldn’t respond. Sebastian’s words were seducing me, making me feel things I’d only ever felt for Adrian.
He kissed me again, but this time it was more forceful, more passionate, just more. His tongue rolled and rubbed against mine, clouding my brain.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I lost myself to the embrace, enjoying this man who wasn’t mine. While the one who was wat
ched us.
Sebastian pulled back, kissing my forehead. “You are quite extraordinary. Come with me. I want to feel that tongue of yours work my cock.”
I hesitated, then heard Adrian say, “Go on, little dove. I’m not going anywhere.”
I nodded and allowed Sebastian to guide me to what I assumed was the sofa.
“Kneel.” Sebastian helped me onto a pillow on the floor.
Without thinking, I leaned back on my heels and set my palms over my knees.
I heard both men take in a sharp breath.
“She’s fucking perfect.” Sebastian rubbed his thumb over my lower lip.
“I know.”
Adrian’s raspy voice gave me the confidence to keep going without worry. I was positive he was aroused by what was happening.
Reaching forward, I lifted up and glided my palms up Sebastian’s pant legs. His cock lay rigid, thick, and hard along his inner thigh.
Dear God. He was as big as Adrian.
For a moment, the thought of having both men in me had a wave of panic prickling the back of my mind. This was not going to work without tearing me in half.
“We will fit,” Adrian said, reading my thoughts.
How the hell did he do that?
I turned in the direction of where he sat. “I’m not so sure.”
“I am.” I couldn’t see his expression, but I was positive there was a smirk on his beautiful face.
“Let me help you become more acquainted with my cock. It may help you worry less.”
Sebastian freed his erection, wrapping my fingers around his girth and pumping his length up and down.
“Open up, Ana.” He cupped the back of my head and brought me to the head of his cock.
Parting my lips, I engulfed the large, bulbous head, only taking him in a fraction of the way.
Sebastian tasted so different from Adrian—not better or worse, just different.
I licked the thick vein along the bottom of his erection as I came up and then enveloped more of him as I came down again. I swallowed, opening the back of my throat, trying not to gag.
