Theirs to Protect (Mafia Menage Trilogy 3)

“Babygirl…” My name rasped in Marco’s throat as his big hands caressed my cheeks. “You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

I leaned into his touch, my tears spilling over his thick fingers. “I know. Thank you, Daddy.”

His obsidian eyes glimmered, and he let out a shuddering sigh.

“Marco thought you were scared of him,” Joseph said gently. The hardened interrogator was gone, replaced by the man who loved Marco and me so fiercely. He tenderly stroked my thighs, soothing rather than provoking. “He thought he got too rough with you last night, and he was worried that he hurt you. That’s why he’s been letting me boss him around. He thinks he’s protecting you from himself as long as I’m in charge.”

Marco grunted and shot a glare in Joseph’s direction. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate the analysis of his behavior. But he wasn’t refuting it, either.

My heart squeezed. Marco though I was scared of him.

“Oh, Marco…” I strained against the ropes in an effort to reach for him. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m not scared of you. I love you.”

His granite features softened, and he shushed me to quiet my struggles. “I love you too, princess.” His thumb stroked the line of my cheekbone, as though I was a precious, fragile work of art. Keeping his obsidian gaze locked on mine, he commanded Joseph, “Reward our girl. She’s earned it.”

I relaxed into my bonds. Everything fell back into its proper place, the world righting itself. Marco, my fierce Daddy, my protector, was back in control. My long, shuddering sigh morphed into a ragged moan when Joseph’s touch found my abused clit once again. He rubbed me in a firm, circular motion, and two long fingers slipped between my soaked, swollen folds. He immediately found the sensitive spot at the front of my inner walls. His fingers curled against it, applying ruthless pressure that forced an orgasm from my core. All the tormented pleasure that had pooled in my body while they toyed with me swelled, surging into a tempestuous wave of ecstasy. It ripped through my entire being with vicious, relentless power, making my thighs shake as my core greedily contracted around Joseph’s demanding fingers. My scream echoed through the room, and Marco lifted my head, forcing me to watch in the mirror as I came completely undone. My pleasure peaked at the sight of my men, powerful and fully dressed, toying with my naked, bound body. I was completely under their power, completely theirs.

As I quivered with the aftershocks of my orgasm, their rumbling voices vibrated over my tingling skin. I couldn’t understand what they were saying; I was too far gone. I was a being of pure pleasure, theirs to toy with and treasure. The worshipful light that shone from their eyes was mirrored in my own soul.

My men began to strip, and I watched with open hunger as they put their heavily muscled, powerful bodies on display for me. Mine. All mine.

Their cocks were hard, Joseph’s slightly longer, Marco’s thicker. Both perfect for pleasuring me.

Joseph fisted his length and lined up with my slick opening. Marco’s bracing hand eased from my hair, and my head dropped back. His cock bobbed by my face, desperate to sink into my heat. I opened my mouth without waiting for a command. He eased inside, and Joseph slowly parted my swollen folds at the same time. They both penetrated me in a careful, steady slide, giving me time to adjust to the new position. I tensed, worry edging into my lust as my breath caught in my constricted throat. I wasn’t accustomed to Marco claiming my mouth from this angle, and for a moment, panic engulfed me.

The men paused, both of them easing back. I whimpered at the loss of Joseph, and my inner muscles gripped him, greedy to keep him inside me. He hissed a curse, but Marco murmured soothing words. He cupped my breasts, and fireworks popped across my vision at the decadent stimulation. Joseph’s ropes had made my tender flesh swell and tingle, and every soft brush of Marco’s fingertips sent sparks dancing through my flesh. They fizzed toward my core in hot lines of pleasure, and I whined in desperation. My pussy ached with each of my heavy heartbeats, matching the painfully pleasurable throb in my breasts.

Some wordless communication passed between the men, and Marco pinched my nipples at the same time as Joseph slammed into me. My body rocked in the ropes, and Marco pushed a little deeper into my mouth. He released a slow hiss between his clenched teeth, holding himself back as he continued to pleasure me, softening my instinctive resistance as Joseph’s cockhead found my g-spot again and again.

I moaned in invitation, and Marco began to move, sliding over my tongue in slow, shallow thrusts. Joseph was faster, harder, driving me toward the brink. When I began to moan on each of his harsh thrusts, Marco pressed deeper. Joseph’s thumb rubbed my clit in the exact rhythm that made me come undone.