The Daddy and the Dom (Mafia Menage Trilogy 2)

A strange, feral sound eased up my throat, and a wicked smile split his features.

Joseph’s hands fisted in the silky nightgown, and he ripped the flimsy material down the middle with one jerk of his powerful arms. It wasn’t the first time he’d stripped me like this, but it was different this time. I felt like he was stripping away all my defenses and exposing my soul.

“I liked that one,” Marco commented. “The pink looks very sweet on her.”

“I’ll buy her another one. I’ll buy her ten more.”

His fingers teased beneath the torn fabric, slowly parting it to expose my body.

“I…” I struggled to formulate a protest. “I can’t do this. I shouldn’t. Joseph, I—”

“Hush, angel,” he said gently. He began to stroke my skin in the reverent way that drove me wild. “I want this. Marco wants this. And I think you do too. If you don’t want it, just say stop, and we’ll stop. Do you want us to stop?”

I bit my lip and shook my head, too much of a coward to admit aloud that I didn’t want them to stop. I wanted Joseph to keep caressing me. I wanted Marco to keep holding me down. I wanted them both to keep admiring me like I was the most breathtaking thing they’d ever seen.

“No more teasing, Joseph,” Marco said gruffly. “I need to see her.”

Joseph obliged him, easing the ruined nightgown aside so the silky fabric pooled at my sides. I heard Marco’s sharp intake of breath, and I watched as his thick fingers neared my breasts. My skin tingled when he trailed his fingertips over the soft swells, and I arched toward his touch.

“You’re even prettier than I imagined, princess,” he told me, his voice soft with awe. His touch swirled around my nipples, and they pebbled to throbbing peaks. “Do you want Joseph to suck on your sweet little nipples?”

“Yes,” I whined, hardly able to believe that this was happening, that I was allowing them to do this to me.

“Yes, Daddy,” he corrected me.

My cheeks flamed red hot at the word, and I shot a shy glance at Joseph. Surely, he wouldn’t want me to say that? Surely, he would think it was weird?

His pale gaze fixed firmly on mine. “Go on,” he said. “Be a good girl for Marco.”

A small whimper eased up my throat, and I shivered as a fresh wave of lust rolled over me. I was caught between them. What they were asking of me was dirty and wrong, but they were handling me carefully, as though they cherished me.

“Do you want Joseph to suck on your nipples, little girl?” Marco prompted, his voice dropping impossibly deeper.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

Marco hummed his approval, and he leaned closer to me. “You make me very happy, babygirl,” he said, just before his lips crashed down on mine. At the same time, Joseph’s hot tongue flicked my nipple.

I cried out against Marco, and his tongue surged inside my mouth. He kissed me roughly, hungrily. Joseph began to tease and torment my breasts. He’d grazed them with his teeth a few times before, but he was being harsher with my body this time, more demanding. He nipped at the tight buds, sending sizzling lines of pleasure straight from my breasts to my clit. I rocked my hips up, mindlessly seeking stimulation. Marco’s ruthless kiss was making me delirious, depriving me of oxygen and making my head spin.

When he finally broke contact, I gasped in a desperate breath, only to let it out on a harsh cry as Joseph bit my nipple. He released it immediately, soothing away the pain with his tongue. My lashes fluttered as pleasure washed through me. I trembled in Marco’s hold, and I continued to roll my hips into the air, seeking Joseph’s attention where I needed it most.

“Lick her pussy, Joseph,” Marco ordered. “I know she tastes like fucking heaven, but I’ll let you do it this time.”

This time? I could hardly wrap my head around this happening once. Marco implied we’d do this again. But I couldn’t contemplate his words. All thought was blown from my mind when Joseph settled between my thighs and touched his tongue to my clit.

Stars burst across my vision, and Marco caught my sharp scream in his mouth when his lips descended on mine again. He took me more gently, taking his time to taste and explore. Even though he wasn’t as rough with me, I felt even more thoroughly conquered.

I wriggled beneath him and whined against his tongue as Joseph’s mouth tormented my pussy. He teased around my clit and lapped at the wetness seeping from my core, but he didn’t touch me firmly enough to push me over the edge. He was driving me higher and higher with each swipe of his tongue, but it wasn’t quite enough.