Tower of Temptations – Seven Ways To Sin Read Online Nicole Casey

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Vincenzo and Luca reared back, one after the other, as they came. Pearl writhed in their arms as she felt their orgasms, and then, finally, she was almost soundless, eyes closed, mouth open, as her own climax surged through her.

Gasping for breath, they slowly pulled out from each other. I took her into my arms, and when I looked into her beautiful, perspiring face, I saw complete and utter satisfaction and delight.

"You belong to us now, darling."

"I do. I belong to all of you. And you to me."

And it was true. I kissed her deeply. Then, I stepped back to allow the twins to suck her breasts. They took it in turns to lick, pinch, and kiss them. Moments later, Nico was tasting her, too, using his tongue to clean her back, starting at her shoulder blades and moving steadily down to her ass. Enzo licked at her pussy, one moment teasing her and then the next probing further.

Pearl reached out and guided Angelo's and Rocco's cocks, letting them take turns to slide into her mouth. I saw and listened to them shout out as they emptied their semen into her. Pearl smiled, swallowing down what they'd given her, and then licked the juices off both their cocks.

I was enraptured at the sight. In our own different ways, every one of us in that room had lived in prison cells for most of our lives. It had taken this gorgeous, powerful woman to free us and herself.

A brief reprieve followed, but the hunger remained. When I looked at Pearl, I saw happiness.

"Ready for more?" I asked, stroking her cheek.

"Of course I'm ready. And I want all of you to mark me—to make me remember how much we belong to each other and how much you care."

So we did. We went again and again, her mind blown as we satisfied her. Cum splashed and dripped from her entire body. We were exhausted, drained by what we'd all experienced. And, as we finished, we took it in turns to gently kiss that lovely face, to gaze into those blue eyes. The eyes that had captured us and made us entirely hers, now and for the rest of our lives.

24

PEARL

Iwoke to warmth and the gentle sound of steady breathing. Early morning light filtered through Giuliano's bedroom windows, bathing everything in soft gold.

For a moment, I just let myself feel what was around me: Angelo's arm draped protectively across my waist; Nico's strong, solid presence at my back; Rocco's fingers tangled loosely with mine.

The scent of coffee drifted from beyond the bedroom, mixed with quiet voices and the faint clatter of dishes. I smiled at Giuliano before I saw him, somehow knowing he'd be watching.

"Morning, princess." His voice was rough with sleep as he brought me coffee, careful not to disturb the others.

I shifted slightly to sit up, body deliciously sore in ways that made memories of last night flutter through my stomach. Coffee first. Processing everything else could wait.

The sound of something clattering in the kitchen made Rocco stir. "If they're destroying my coffee beans again…!"

"Better go defend them," I murmured, earning a sleepy kiss before he untangled himself.

Giuliano's ensuite was ridiculously huge, all marble and glass. I caught my reflection as I stepped in and froze. My hair was a mess, tangled waves falling past my shoulders.

"A lady always looks perfect, Pearl. What would people think if they saw you like this?"

Vittorio's voice echoed in my head as my fingers automatically moved to smooth the strands. How many mornings had I spent in my room, sitting perfectly still while his personal stylist worked? The way he'd drift his fingers through my hair afterward, checking their work. Making sure his prized possession was flawless.

"Don't be ridiculous! Cutting it would ruin everything we've worked for. Now go to your room until you remember how to behave."

I gripped the edge of the counter, suddenly angry. Even now, after everything that had changed, the memories of how he'd controlled me were still there. Every long, golden strand had been a chain he'd crafted. I hadn't even fully understood until this moment.

My hands shook as I gathered the mass of it, twisting it back like I'd done thousands of times. The face in the mirror looked young, trapped. Not mine.

I walked back out to warmth and the smell of breakfast and men who made me feel safe instead of caged. They must have caught something in my expression because the casual morning energy shifted instantly.

"I need you guys to help me do something." The words tumbled out before I could overthink it. My fingers tugged at my hair. "I want to cut it. I want it gone. Well, not all of it, but..."

"Your hair?" Luca finally managed, looking stunned.

I nodded, fingers still twisted in the strands.

"Women usually just get bangs after a breakup," Rocco said, earning an elbow from his twin. "What? My ex did that."

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