Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“It wasn’t until I saw her on top of you that I realized I was an asshole. I’d fucked up.”
“Big-time,” he agreed.
“She wanted to fuck you.”
He nodded in agreement. “But I think it was out of spite.”
I shook my head. “No, it wasn’t. She has feelings for you. I see how she looks at you. Her eyes light up when you walk into a room.”
“It’s not the same,” he muttered.
“Marcello,” Alex whimpered. She wrapped her fingers around my wrist and pushed my hand lower. “Marcello.” Eyes closed, she licked her lips.
“Does she do this often?” I obliged her request, allowing her to guide my hand. “Do you touch her while she’s sleeping?”
He shook his head. “Never.”
“But she tries?”
Marcello leaned his back against the headboard. “Yeah. Every night.”
“Her doctor told me sex helps her cope with her trauma.” I let my hand wander over her panties, wondering if she knew what she was doing in her sleep. “Baby, are you awake?”
She moaned in response.
“Do you need to come, baby girl?” I licked her earlobe, and she rolled her head to the side, giving me better access. “Huh? You need to feel something?”
Her eyes snapped open. Alex stared up at me, her chest rising with each shallow breath. She glanced to her right, then reached for Marcello.
He pulled back from her and said in a hushed tone, “I should go.”
“No,” Alex whined. “Don’t leave me.”
Alex grabbed his hand and rested it on her thigh. Marcello gave me a look as if he were asking for permission. She hissed when his finger touched one of her cuts.
“You okay, baby?” I pushed the sweaty hair off her forehead and kissed her skin. “Are you in there, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her gaze shifting between Marcello and me.
She moved between us on the mattress, taking both of our hands and placing them on her inner thighs.
“What are you doing, Drea?” I sucked on her earlobe, tugging on it with my teeth. “Answer me.”
Marcello was so close that when Alex laid back, she rested her head on our shoulders.
“I need both of you.”
I dipped my head down and kissed her chapped lips. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
She licked her lips. “Make me forget.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying, baby. You’ve been asleep for three days.”
She sat up and stripped off her pajama top, throwing it across the room. “I know what I want, Luca.”
“Were you having a dirty sex dream about Marcello?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she breathed.
“You have those often?”
She pressed her lips together and nodded.
“How about me?” I fisted her curls and kissed her pouty lips. “You dream about me, baby?”
“Yes.” Alex took both of our hands and moved them to her big tits, helping us massage her nipples.
I twisted her nipple between my fingers, ripping a moan from her mouth. “Are you sure this is what you want, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she choked out.
I glanced at Marcello, who waited for me to nod my approval. He didn’t waste a second and rolled onto his side, so he could bend down and suck Alex’s nipple into his mouth. I took Alex’s face in my hands and kissed her as Marcello made her squirm with each flick of his tongue.
She moaned into my mouth and yanked on my boxers. Impatient and greedy, she was ravenous, like she couldn’t wait another second. With cuts and bruises on her arms and thighs, we had to be careful. One wrong move and she would cry out in pain and not the good kind.
“Get naked,” she moaned against my lips.
“Not tonight, baby. I don’t want to hurt you accidentally.” I pushed on her shoulder. “Sit back and let us take care of you.”
She licked her lips, then grabbed Marcello’s hair, tugging at the ends. He stuck out his tongue and peeked up at her as he licked her nipple. Alex whimpered when he did it again, teasing her.
“Marcello,” she whispered with a handful of his hair between her fingers. “I missed you.” Then her eyes fell on me. “I missed you, too, Luca.”
It was such a strange feeling knowing she would always need my brother. For a moment, I wondered if she would ever outgrow him before I realized I didn’t care. Not anymore. She was marrying me, becoming my Queen.
As our eyes met, I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, breathing against her lips. A rush of heat coursed through my veins and spread down my arms. I pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her lips as Marcello kissed her neck.
“Luca,” she moaned as I peppered her jaw with kisses. “Marcello,” she groaned when he rolled his tongue along her neck.
We took turns licking and sucking on her skin, and my pretty girl trembled with need. I clutched her chin and forced her to look into my eyes. Marcello slid his hand up her stomach and massaged her breasts, nibbling on her earlobe as I swept my tongue into her mouth.