24

Ziyana 

I took my bag from the chair in front of my vanity table and slung it on my shoulder. I took one last look at my face which was still puffy from sleep. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I didn't eat last night and now I was slipping out of the house again.

It's been almost a week since Stefano caught me and Vittorio together. Well, not caught technically because I had urged him on to taste me, to do things to me. He didn't force me, I loved what he was doing to me and asked for more.

Uhhhhh, I still can't shake off his hands on my body.

‘Seriously?’ I thought before dropping the sinful thoughts.

Anyways, I've been avoiding all of them. I made sure to leave the house even before they woke up. On days when the ghost lady sleeps over, I have her prepare my dinner early and instructed her to bring my meal up the following morning as early as possible.

Don't blame me, I still feel ashamed of what happened and I can't bear to look into Stefano's eyes. With Vittorio, I had less issues, he'd probably make jest of me like that and in truth, I didn't mind but I still found a way to avoid him too even during his classes. I made sure to sit at the back of the class. 

The farther the better right?

I packed my hair in a messy bun, ready to leave. I twisted the handle of the door, careful not to make it creak. I peeped outside and looked through the hallways.

Clean, I thought and headed out.

 My sneakers were in my hand. I didn't put them on to avoid unnecessary noise. I tiptoed down, making sure no one was following me. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs, I was sweating profusely, even though the weather wasn't hot. I felt a cold sweat break out of my face and I cleaned it off. 

The living room was clear and silent like a grave.

I just have to make it past the living room to the door and I'll be free. I muttered.

I took the first step, the second. I was about to take the third when a door opened. I stopped on my track. First, because my plan to escape had gone down the drain, secondly because whoever it was wasn't saying anything and lastly because I've been caught and I'd have to make an explanation for why I've been avoiding them all week. Which means, Salvatore would know that Vittorio gave me a head on his desk!

I turned around slowly and saw what I had hoped not to see

Salvatore. Vittorio. Stefano.

The three of them staring at me, eyes cold and stony as hell. They only had shorts on, their six packs threatening to bursts. I swallowed my spit as I took in their presence. Salvatore cleaned the sweat forming on his chest, his fingers resting a bit on his small nipples.

“When you are done checking us out, tell us exactly where you are going this early,” Stefano asked, 

“School?” I replied, returning his gaze, my throbbing in my chest. 

“This early? You know I think you've been avoiding us three since the day I caught you in that compromising position.” My cheeks flushed as he said that. Vittorio, winked at me, making me blush more while Salvatore just looked lost.

“I…No. I've been busy with class. Most of them were scheduled for the morning. Plus, I've got lots of assignments and group work” I lied easily.

“I've got a copy of your timetable and I can say you don't have class until noon, so tell me why you are leaving the house like a thief” 

“Could you be shy because of the way I made you moan and squirt, " Vittorio said shamelessly. Salvatore frowned again, looking towards me but I avoided his gaze.

“I see things have been happening right under my nose.” Sal said, finally understanding the innuendos his brothers have been dropping. The way his lips tightened showed that he didn't like it at all. His face looked like a child whose cotton candy was blown away by the wind.

“Isn't it time we all discussed how we'd take turns with her. We need some sort of compromising” 

I said it, he's jealous of the fact that I've been with Vittorio without his knowledge!

“I second that because she's one juicy one.” Vittorio’s chippy voice said again.

“I'm right here, Professor,” I purred, making Vittorio tease me more.

“Hmmm, sexy!”

“Come have a seat.” Stefano said, beckoning to me. I followed silently and obediently behind them. There was no point hiding again. The secret is out and if anything, I'm more than glad to be out with it. I sat down opposite Stefano and Salvatore while Vittorio stood on his feet, his right hand dipped into his pockets.

“I don't know what you've read in books or whatever you've seen but the truth is we want you as our Sub and we'll never mistreat you.” Vittorio began. “We'll take good care of you and take things slowly till you get accustomed to it. We won't try anything above what you can take.”

“I've seen one where the Dom urinates on their Sub…” I said, spacing out. It had been horrendous to see the sights and I think it kind of formed the basis of why the whole idea tickles me off.

“No, that's a slave, not a Sub. For your age and level, I don't think you have the guts to be a slave. Plus, it's Sub we want.” Stefano explained and I nodded. His brothers seemed to agree with him as none of them reacted to his explanation.

“For the last time, Ziyana,” Vittorio said, calling me by my name for the first time since I met him. “Do you want to do this? Once you agree there's no going back. Forget about whatever threats we've issued before, it's your choice now.”

My heart pounded at his questions. The idea of refusing danced at the back of my mind for a while. I contemplated it but gently pushed it away. Since my father's death, they've been the only ones who have seen to it that I was fed well and had everything I needed. The only difference with them is that they aren't my family. Everything else fits perfectly into the princess life I knew. Moreso, it wasn't really bad being touched by these men. Apart from Stefano, I've had my body pleasured by Vittorio and Salvatore, each was laced with pleasure even if they were rough. And now, they are playing truce,which means they don't have to be rough anymore if I do as instructed. I only have one life to live, so why not cast my net in the water?

“I'm in.” I said, my heart beating like crazy as I made the decision, which by the way is the biggest I've made since I came to the house.

 I saw Salvatore heave a sigh of relief as I replied. The tension on his face and shoulders seemed relaxed. Stefano on the other hand remained as calm as ever, not showing his emotions.

“You sure?” Vittorio inquired again and I nodded.

“I don't want to burden and bore you with any of what this entails. You'll learn from each one of us, slowly like I mentioned earlier.”

“All of you at the same time?” I questioned. My mind flooded with sinful scene about them.

“No. How about we take turns. Two days each, you'll have a rest after each session. Then we can all decide on which day we'll all be available for you as a group kind of thing.” Sal replied.

I swallowed hard, wondering what it'd be like to do that.

“Are we starting this immediately?” 

“Well, yes. Since I and Vittorio have been with you a couple of times. How about we start with you, Stefano?” he asked.

I held my breath for a while and sincerely hoped that he'd disagree because I always believed that he hates me. If he wasn't barking orders, he was frowning or wrestling me down.

‘Fine,” he said to my surprise, his expression unreadable. He drew in short sharp breaths and looked at me, making me nervous. I cleaned my sweaty hands on my trousers, looking down at my backpack which I had dropped on my lap.

‘Alright, Bella. I guess I'll see you tonight?” He said and I nodded. I took that as my dismissal and stood up. The wall clock on the wall was a quarter to eight in the morning. My stomach grumbled again the umpteenth time that morning and I clasped my hand over my stomach.

“You might want to attend to that first,” Vittorio said, smirking and pointing to my stomach. I looked away shyly before walking to the kitchen, the weight on my shoulders suddenly felt lighter.