The doorbell rings again.
Who the fuck knocks at another person's door this late at night?
My question is answered when Dante comes back into the bedroom with Matteo.
"Dolce peccato, how are you?" Matteo asks, seeing me on the bed.
"I'm fine," I say, getting up to lead them to the living room, because staying here is a bad idea.
"I located Stella. She's in one of the gambling dens on the outskirts of town."
"One of my men is keeping tabs on her."
"Let's go…"
"Enough about that whore. Did you miss me, Nina?" Matteo asks, caging me against the wall as he stares into my eyes.
"I… I…" Fuck, what do I say?
"What was that?" Matteo asks, his hands on my ass in an instant, tracing a finger down my butt crack.
I could have been embarrassed in a normal situation, but this isn't normal. My life after joining Den of Desires is not normal… not anymore.
So instead of being embarrassed, I'm turned on by that unholy touch.
"I've missed you, Nina." He growls, ripping my shirt before throwing me on the bed. He's on top of me in seconds.
Dante just watches as Matteo kisses me deeply, trailing the kiss down my neck to my breasts, making me moan.
"Open your legs, dolce peccato," Matteo commands, moving back a little.
I open my legs for him, and his eyes go straight to my heat, taking in the wetness gathering at the opening.
"Now touch yourself. Show me how you pleasure yourself when you're alone."
Matteo stands up from the bed, leaving me with a command, standing beside Dante. They both watch as my hand slides down my body.
My fingers trail over my skin as I move them between my breasts, down my stomach, until finally they meet my wet opening.
Their eyes never leave my hands as I gather some of my juice, take it up, and smear it across my clit, making it slippery and more sensitive to touch.
With two fingers, I start rubbing in circular motions, looking into Matteo's eyes.
My nipples are stiff, begging for attention—which I give them. I roll the hard points between the fingers of my other hand, pinching just enough to feel the pain.
"Fuck that pussy for me," Matteo orders, and I obey.
I slide a finger inside my slick hole. It goes in smoothly. I thrust slowly, enjoying the feeling it brings.
"Add two more fingers," Dante instructs, his jaw clenched as he watches me fuck myself.
The fingers go in easily, but it's tight. I fuck myself while watching them try to control themselves.
I can feel my orgasm building in every cell in my body, but of course, Matteo won't let me have it…
"Stop," Matteo commands, moving to touch me—but Dante stops him.
"I found this in one of the drawers," Dante says, handing him my vibrator. I could swear I hid it well.
"Dolce peccato is not so innocent after all," Matteo mutters.
Dante moves above my head, taking my hands into his, holding me in place.
Matteo moves between my legs with torturously slow movements. He places the tip of the vibrator on my clit, and my hips instantly buckle when he turns it on.
Dante holds me still as Matteo changes the setting, making the sensation stronger. It's too much—too sensitive for a pussy that was fucked by Dante less than an hour ago.
Not even a minute later, I'm fighting not to cum, because I know Matteo will punish me if I cum without his permission.
"Don't hold it in. Cum for me," Matteo says, circling the vibrator.
My back arches and my toes curl as pleasure sweeps through me. I cry out my release and moan loudly when Matteo doesn't stop. The vibrator is still on my clit, and he even increases the setting. My body shivers from the overwhelming intensity.
"Please stop. It's too much, please," I whimper, too sensitive after an orgasm—but he doesn't listen. Instead, Matteo holds it in place long enough for it to stir renewed pleasure inside me.
I cum again, screaming as my pussy clamps down on nothing but air. Matteo finally shuts it off while I try to control my breathing.
"Fuck, you're so wet." Dante moves to the side of my legs, his fingers circling my entrance before pushing one inside.
A moan slips past my mouth. My clit needs a break from the vibrator—but my pussy doesn't.
I feel a second finger joining the first, and I spread my legs even more, giving him space.
It feels so good. It's not too intense, but it builds gradually. Another finger pushes in with the two, and I gasp at the stretch.
I look down, expecting to see Dante finger-fucking me, but I find Dante and Matteo's fingers inside me.
Fuck! They're both fingering me together. The thought alone makes my walls squeeze around their fingers, and Dante curses.
Matteo looks up at me and asks, "What do you want, dolce peccato?" He keeps his gaze locked on mine as they fuck me with their fingers.
I can feel my juices slipping down the bed from my hole.
"I want you… both of you," I whisper, my voice husky with desperation. "Please fill me up, sir. I need both of you inside me, daddy."
They both remove their fingers, making me feel empty. But my stomach tightens as I see the lust in their eyes.
I can't think straight. My thoughts are all jumbled from their attention.
Dante lies beside me, and Matteo picks me up, making me straddle Dante.
I can feel Dante's hard cock between my legs—it's warm and pulsing. The feeling makes me even hornier than I already am.
"Ride him, dolce peccato. Show me what you've been doing without me," Matteo commands, whispering in my ear, his chest rubbing against my back.
I look down at Dante, and the desire I see in his eyes makes my body burn to do exactly what Matteo has ordered me to do.