“You have a little sister?” I look up to see nicks eyebrows raise in surprise. “Yeah, her name was Leah. She passed in the accident as well.” I want to tell the truth so fucking bad. “How come you never speak about her either?” I shrug, continuing to make the dish. “Same reason, it just hurts too much, you know?” Antonio stands up to round the island. He stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “When you're ready to tell us, we'll be here to listen.” I nod as he presses a small kiss to the back of my neck. “Promise you guys won't be mad that I don't want to talk about it right now?” “Obviously we wish we were comfortable enough to tell us about all of the bad stuff, but we understand that sometimes it takes us longer to open up about certain things. We know you love us, and that’s enough for us for now.” I turn around in Antonio’s arms and raise up on my tiptoes to cup his cheeks and force him to face me. “I do love you guys, and I trust you guys. Please don’t eve
“Oh, that! Baby, you were scaring me! But to answer your question, yes I did really mean what I said earlier. I genuinely cannot wait for the day that we decide to start trying for a baby. I would love to carry your guys’ children. I would love to raise them, to see who they look like, and who they act like, and watch you guys spoil them the way you spoil me. Besides, I think you guys would definitely be some hot-ass DILFs. And I would be the sexiest MILF, you cannot lie and tell me otherwise.” Antonio bites his lower lip, his eyes scanning my body up and down. “Nick?” Antonio calls out. Nick hums at my feet, indicating he's listening to our conversation. “Can you imagine our little nymph pregnant with our baby?” I look down at Nick. He, too, looks my body up and down. His hands leave my feet to slide up and down my legs slowly. I can feel his cock slowly begin to harden beneath my feet, Antonios hardening beneath my head. “I can't wait until the day we have a little girl that
"You have to get up, Darling. It's past noon already." I remain silent, wanting to give off the impression that I am still asleep. Suddenly, I can feel the bright light of the sun casting on my face. The motherfucker had opened the curtains. Grunting softly, I turn my face slightly into the pillow. “Darling, come on. I’m bored.” “Go bother your brother.” My words are slightly muffled. “He’s at work, so it’s time for you to get up.” I groan into the pillow, turning my body further into the silk pillowcase to hide my face from the bright light. I hear Nicholas chuckle deeply before I feel the bed dip with his body weight. He crawls across the bed, to where I’m laying, near the headboard and I feel his breath against my skin. He trails his lips along my exposed shoulder blade, his lips running up to my neck. One of his hands trails up the inside of my thighs. Instantly, I moan out, feeling my pussy awaken. "No." I groan, shuffling away from him toward the other end of the bed
It's been two days since the day Lucien came to us, covered in knife wounds and blood. Caroline pestered us both days with questions about what happened to him. I wish we could answer her questions, I really fucking do. But the truth is that we have no answers to give her. How can we tell her what happened to him when he doesn't remember anything that can help us find out who did this? Our lack of answers seems to come across as a lack of honesty to our girl, though, because she has been withdrawn from us once again. She hasn't even let us fuck her. “Fucking tease.” I mutter, noticing my wife's naughty outfit. She's made it very clear we weren't allowed to touch her, actually yelling at us a few days ago. And yet she walks around wearing lingerie and revealing nighties like a fucking tease. “I didn't know you were home.” Caroline looks at me briefly before turning back to the fridge, where she bends over, digging through the drinks before pulling out a bottled water. And, i
We were ready in less than five minutes, as Nick had promised. “What do you think happened?’ I ask him as we exit the house. Jake sits in one of our SUVs in the driveway. Nick opens the back door, nodding his head for me to slide in first, him sliding in after me. Jake glances at me through the rearview mirror before pulling away from the house and beginning to speed to the office. “Tell us what happened.” Nick orders. Jake glances at me quietly. “She's our wife, she can hear anything and everything. We keep no secrets from her.” “Your security system was compromised once more. Another photo was leaked to the media, and the police are currently in the process of getting a warrant to search the entire office building.” Nicholas curses in his mother tongue. “How bad is the photo?” Jake once again glances at me for a moment before his eyes slide to the road. “It's a photo with Sara in it.” I glance at Nick. “I thought she was dead?” Nick looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed. “She
We had just opened up this building here in New York and had started creating a legitimate security business. Sara had asked to be our assistant at first because she knew how we worked more than anyone else ever could. It was three years after we had opened this building, we were nineteen, and we were starting to mess with other girls.” “You cheated on Sara?” “It was more of an open relationship, darling,” Nick explains from above me. “She was seeing other people, and letting us explore as well. We were never intimate with her in any way. We didn't even share a room with her.” “We would never step out on a relationship like that, not with you. I promise you, baby.” I smile at Antonio. “I trust you guys, Tony.” And I do really trust them. “Anyways, we were distracted by a girl and had left Sara here for the first time alone. And the spy that Lorenzo Berlusconi had sent in took that as his moment to finally hit us. He tried to kill Sara, but she was also trained with us, so she
He pulls away to smile at me. “I've told you before. As long as you're taken care of, as long as you're satisfied, I will always be okay. Besides, I know for a fact that we can pick this up later, maybe with Tony?” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, biting it gently. “I like the sound of that.” I sit up slowly and turn to face him once again. “Where is my gorgeous hubby at, anyways?” “I'm right here, duh.” Nick smiles at me slowly. “Ha ha, very funny. You are very gorgeous, so very fucking gorgeous. Now, where's my other husband at then?” He leans forward to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “He's making you, our beautiful wife, some waffles.” I jump up right away. “Waffles!” I dash into the closet and immediately change into a pink sweatsuit. No panties, or a bra, of course! I skip out of the closet and out the door, smiling at the sound of Nicholas laughing behind me. I love the sound of his laugh, the sound of his happiness. I stop smiling, however, when I reach the
It's been nearly a month since everything had happened. Things with Caroline were going great, so fucking great. We learned about her childhood, discovering her family was pretty much dead. And we told her about us, about our parents being murdered by the same man who murdered Sara. How we kept our grandmother safe back in Italy. We promised to take her to meet her, but Caroline refused, saying she wasn't quite ready for that flight. About a week ago, Caroline had surprised us. She was in the kitchen with us while Antonio cooked some spaghetti, her favorite. When suddenly she asked us a question. "Can I go back to work?" The question had shocked us. Surely she knew the answer to that? "And before you ask, no, I don't mean TechBuddy. I mean like, with you guys maybe? I'm sure you could always use some help. You don't have to pay me. Actually, don't pay me at all, please. Or else I'll really feel like a whore." She laughed nervously. "As much as I love being here with you two, I can