Theirs to Protect (Mafia Menage Trilogy 3)

I tipped my head back, welcoming him. Everyone on the terrace could see the affection I offered him. They’d also been able to see my close, intimate embrace with Marco. He might not be dancing with us, but I wasn’t hiding my love for him. I wasn’t ashamed of our relationship; I was proud to be with these two gorgeous, doting, impossibly wonderful men.

I melted into Joseph’s arms, floating in the perfect moment in this beautiful place with the men I loved.

The suite that Marco had booked for us was just as breathtaking as the hotel terrace at sunset. I’d thoroughly explored the space when we’d arrived in Sorrento late this afternoon and dropped off our bags, but the beauty of the room stunned me all over again. Night had fallen, and only stars were visible from the small private terrace. Even though the surreal, myriad blue hues of the sea and horizon were cloaked in darkness, the warm light cast by the art deco chandelier bathed the bedroom in a wash of gold, making it practically glow. The enormous bed was framed in brass that had been fashioned into gently curving floral vines. Pale parquet floors gleamed, and a huge gilt-framed mirror filled over half the wall space above an intricately carved marble fireplace surround. The overwhelming decadence was crowned by a frescoed ceiling, featuring designs that recalled ancient Roman art in shades of ivory, gold, and pale blue. I felt like I was staying in a palace, and I couldn’t contain a squeal of fresh excitement as I twirled in the center of the room.

“I’m glad you like it, princess.” Marco’s dark eyes danced with pleasure, and his lips curved in a small, contented smile.

“Strawberries and Champagne?” Joseph asked, lifting a silver dome next to a waiting ice bucket that chilled an expensive bottle. “And chocolate sauce,” he noted before shooting a wicked grin at Marco. “Did you order this?”

Marco blinked, then his smile transformed into a wolfish grin. “No, it must’ve been complimentary with the suite. But I can improvise.” He was looking at me like I was the surprise treat that’d been served to him on a silver platter.

My belly quivered, and I took an instinctive step back from the advancing predator.

“Oh no, babygirl,” he admonished, hooking a corded arm around my waist to capture me. “We have plans for you.”

Marco held me while Joseph unzipped my dress. He flicked the delicate straps from my shoulders, and the silky material slid down my body to pool at my feet. Joseph removed my bra before sliding my panties down my legs in an unbearably slow glide. When I was fully bare before them, Joseph’s fingers tangled in my hair, and he guided me down onto my knees.

He shot a slightly twisted smile at Marco. “Would you like to go first?”

My brow furrowed, and I shifted with unease. My fingers knotted in front of my belly, twisting with anxiety.

“Put your hands on your thighs, angel.” Joseph’s voice had dropped to the deep register that made my core tingle. “Spread your legs. Show us that pretty pussy.”

A low moan slipped through my lips as I complied. Pleasure washed away my anxiety in a warm wave, Joseph’s firm control offering me blissful release.

“You’re so wet for us already,” Joseph rumbled, a hungry edge to his admiration.

His grip on my hair eased, and his fingers began stroking the long locks in a silky glide that made me melt. My lids grew heavy, and my eyes slid closed as I leaned into his touch.

“Look at me.” Marco’s command was gentle and warm.

I obeyed, smiling up at my imposing Daddy where he loomed over me, a protective shadow. He lifted his hand, and something sparkled, distracting me from his entrancing obsidian gaze.

An awestruck gasp filled my lungs. Marco held a delicate, glittering tiara. Graceful, curving lines of yellow gold filigree formed a dainty crown, and small, round cut diamonds glimmered at the end of each artistically styled tendril of precious metal.

“Marco.” I breathed his name, staring past the gorgeous gemstones to peer into the warm depths of his bottomless black eyes.

He lifted the crown in both hands, lowering it onto my head with slow, ceremonial purpose. “I thought my princess might like a tiara,” he murmured, his thick fingers brushing my hair as he secured it in place.

It’s too much. The protest teased at the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it down. Marco was staring at me like I was the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen. He wanted me to wear this for him.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said instead, imbuing each word with the enormity of my love for him.

He caressed my cheek, handling me like his most precious, fragile possession. “Joseph has something for you too.”

Joseph appeared at his side, holding a glittering necklace that matched the tiara. It was crafted to sit close to my neck, the golden filigree dipping down into a gentle point that mirrored the lines of the crown atop my head. A single teardrop diamond glimmered at the center, designed to rest at the hollow of my throat.