Chapter 15: The Unbroken Wire

The blood-red silk lay in a quiet puddle at my feet, leaving my skin bare to the cool air of the suite and the scorching focus of both men.

Neither of them looked away.

Lucian stood in front of me, tall and pristine, his hands slowly coming up to strip off his suit jacket, tossing it aside without breaking eye contact. Behind me, Damian’s heavy frame was a wall of pure, radiating heat. His large, calloused hands slid up from my ribs to cup my face from behind, tilting my head back against his broad chest.

"Look at him, Valerie," Damian rasped in my ear, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "Tell your Don what you need."

My pulse hammered violently against the base of my throat, right where the heavy platinum choker had rested moments ago. I looked into Lucian’s dark, analytical eyes. The cold distance he usually wore was entirely burned away, replaced by an intense, possessive hunger that mirrored his twin’s.

"I need both of you," I choked out, the admission tearing from my lips before my mind could censor it. "God help me, I need both of you."

A low, dark growl vibrated out of Damian’s chest. His fingers dug into my hair, pulling my head back further as he brought his mouth down on my exposed throat, biting down sharply over my pulse point. I gasped, my back arching off his chest, my hips instinctively grinding back into the hard, undeniable line of his trousers.

At the same time, Lucian stepped forward, closing the small space between us. His long fingers gripped the back of my thigh, lifting one leg up and hooking my knee over his hip.

"You belong to this room, Valerie," Lucian growled softly against my lips, his voice dropping into a dark, commanding rasp. "To this bed. To this bloodline."

He didn't wait. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, freeing his thick, throbbing length, and drove straight inside me with one long, punishing stroke.

A sharp, helpless scream ripped from my throat, but Lucian caught it with his mouth, drinking my voice into a deep, ruthless kiss. The stretch was white-hot and immediate, filling me completely while I was still pinned against Damian’s solid chest.

"She's so tight for you, brother," Damian purred wildly into my ear, his hand sliding down the front of my body, his calloused thumb finding my swollen peak beneath my thin lace panties and grinding against it in fast, rhythmic circles.

The double assault of sensory overload shattered my control in seconds.

Lucian set a slow, heavy, relentless pace, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in to hit that deep, aching nerve that made my toes curl inside my high heels. Behind me, Damian held me firm, his teeth grazing my shoulder while his fingers worked my core, driving me into a frantic, panting mess.

"Lucian... Damian... please!" I sobbed out against Lucian’s lips, my hands clutching blindly at the dark vest of his shirt while my mind spun into pure, chaotic heat.

"Stay with us, little bride," Damian growled, his grip on my waist tightening until it left marks. "Don't you dare close your eyes."

Lucian pulled back slightly, his dark eyes burning into mine, tracking every gasp, every tear of pure pleasure that welled at the corners of my eyes. He increased his speed, his thrusts becoming heavy, possessive, and unyielding, slamming into me with a force that made the mahogany panels behind us creak.

"Tell me who owns this heart," Lucian demanded, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with surprising softness amidst the violent rhythm of his hips.

"You..." I choked out, my inner walls beginning to flutter violently around his shaft as the wave gathered at the base of my spine. "You... both of you..."

"Good girl," Lucian whispered, a dark, wicked smile touching his lips.

The climax hit like an explosion.

My body convulsed violently, my inner muscles clamping down around Lucian with a fierce, helpless grip that drew a sharp, dark groan from his throat. I screamed into the silent room, completely unraveled, my hands clawing at Lucian’s back as the liquid fire crashed through every nerve ending in my body.

Before the aftershocks could even fade, Lucian pulled out with a slick, heavy sound, lifting me entirely into his arms and carrying me three steps to the edge of the grand king-sized bed.

He threw me onto the soft mattress, turning around to face his twin.

Damian was already stripping off his trousers, his massive, dark frame completely exposed in the amber light of the room. He didn't say a word to Lucian; they moved with a silent, terrifying synchronization.

Damian climbed onto the bed, sliding behind me, pulling my hips back against his hard length, while Lucian settled in front of me, his hand wrapping firmly around the nape of my neck to hold my gaze.

Damian drove into my wet, pulsing heat from behind in one hard, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt while I was still trembling from the first peak.

"Ah!" I shrieked, my fingers digging into the velvet sheets as Damian took over the pace, setting a fast, feral, ground-shaking rhythm that drove me straight back toward the edge.

Lucian leaned down, his lips brushing mine, his long fingers tangling with mine on the mattress.

"Look at me, Valerie," Lucian commanded softly in front of me, while Damian slammed into me from behind. "You are our queen. And this is your reign."

The storm raged inside the master suite for hours, long after the afternoon sun faded into the deep, dark shadows of twilight. Trapped between the cold, tactical brilliance of Don Lucian and the raw, lethal power of Damian, I stopped fighting the tide.

I didn't just belong to the Rossi empire.

I was the wire holding the empire together.