Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Maybe I’d been wrong to avoid this place. We had each other now, and we didn’t have to be afraid anymore. We could reclaim the space for all three of us, a kinky haven where we could engage in the most wanton, deviant acts, and no one would judge us.
I glanced between the two men. “I think I’d actually like to spend more time in here if that’s something you would both want?”
Dante grinned. “You make me so happy, darling.”
“Anything for you, Nora,” Luca swore.
I searched his caramel eyes, but I didn’t find any shadows haunting their depths. He’d left the pain of those awful days behind him too.
“I have something for you,” Dante reminded me. “Both of you.”
My brows lifted, surprised that he’d gotten a gift for Luca too. They got along, but they weren’t exactly affectionate.
Before I could puzzle over it further, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar length of rose gold chain. He opened his fist, revealing the delicate heart-shaped padlock that marked me as his.
My heart clenched at the sight of it. I thought the Russians had stolen it from me, a trophy to remember how they’d defiled Dante Torrio’s wife.
A shiver raced over my skin, and my men stepped closer, enfolding me in their comforting, steady heat.
“You got a new one?” I asked, my voice small.
He shook his head once, jaw tight with his own dark memories of that terrible day. “I took it back from them. But look. I fixed it for you. For both of you.”
At first, I thought he meant he’d gotten the broken lock repaired. I peered at the trinket, and my breath caught. Dante’s initial wasn’t etched into the gold; Luca’s was.
My eyes burned. “What is this?”
Was Dante further distancing his public association with Luca and me? We managed to share this massive house without anyone asking too many questions; the mansion was enormous enough to house several families.
But it was Luca’s ring that I wore when we left the house. It was his last name that I’d legally taken.
“Turn it over,” Dante commanded gently.
I obeyed and released a sigh of relief. The delicate D was still etched into the padlock.
I traced the curving lines with reverent fingers before meeting his glittering gaze. “I’ll wear this side against my heart.”
I couldn’t go around wearing a trinket that marked me as Dante’s wife. If I had to love him in secret, I would keep him close to my heart.
“I want you to wear it for both of us,” Dante rumbled. “If Luca wants that too.”
“Yes,” he answered immediately, love spilling from his ochre eyes to flood my soul. “You belong to us, Nora.”
“So, you accept our claim over you?” Dante pressed, waiting for my response.
I went up on my toes and brushed a tender kiss over his lips. “Of course I do. My Master.”
I’d never willingly called him that before, and his jaw went slack with something between shock and wonder.
“You don’t have to say that,” he offered, but his voice was rough with longing.
“I want to,” I insisted, gentle but firm. “I want to give myself to you in every way you desire. Both of you.” I included Luca in my fierce pledge.
“Lift her hair for me,” Dante commanded Luca.
He complied without hesitation or complaint. His pride no longer chafed at following my sadistic husband’s carnal orders. He enjoyed our dark games just as much as Dante.
Luca wrapped my hair around his fist, tugging it out of Dante’s way just sharply enough to capture my full attention but not to punish.
Dante’s hands encircled my throat, and the chain slid into place. The padlock clicked softly when it closed, but I felt the sound thrum through my heart.
They were each dangerously possessive in their own way, but they shared me willingly. My husbands would do anything for me, and I would always love them for it. I would spend every day of the rest of our lives proving that I was worthy of being their wife.