Their prey

**Sadie’s POV**

The Rossi brothers were like sex on legs—all pure muscle and raw sexiness that drove me wild as I stared at them.

Eliosandro, Marcelo, Adrian, and Lorenzo Del Rossi—one of the most powerful billionaire families in Italy.

I could barely breathe as Marcel walked closer. His dark hair cast a shadow over his eyes, watching me like he was a predator; they all were.

His dark grey slacks held more than just a tent that I tried not to look down at as my eyes locked on his chest. I trailed down to the skin under his unbuttoned white shirt.

My legs felt like jelly as my hands gripped my skirt, and I bit the insides of my cheeks as a shaky breath left my lips.

It had been two years—well, almost two years—since I saw them last.

And those eyes never changed. Those eyes stared at me like I was their prey who want to devour me.

And those four men were my predators. These four men were my reason for running away. My stepbrothers.

They were my very own deadly sins. As I felt the heat between my legs warm the moment Marcel’s warm breath brushed my ear, “Long time no see, kitten,” he purred.

Just watching his eyes on me made me recall how he was like a beast that night, how he fucked his sub-slave while his eyes locked with mine.

He was the only one who had actually seen me before the others that night when I had snuck in and watched their session with their sub.

And my nipples hardened from just his voice. Oh fucking hell. This was bad; this was really bad.

I watched as Lorenzo stood up next. He was quiet. His long hair was held in a man bun, his hands in his pockets as he trailed over to me, circling me as I stood between both of the men. Just as I felt his heat behind my back.

“W-What are you both doing here? What are you all doing here?” I corrected myself. Just as I felt Lorenzo’s nose on my nape.

“You know why we’re here, princessa,” Elio said. My gaze turned to him. He was the oldest of the four. His dark eyes locked with mine.

As I swallowed a thick breath that felt like a lump in my throat, I needed to stand up.

I needed to answer like their presence didn’t affect me, like I wasn’t going crazy inside, and I swear the heat between my legs grew more intense.

Although my heart was pounding so crazily, I was afraid that they could hear it from where they stood, especially with Lorenzo and Marcel crowding my space.

I watched as Adrian let out a chuckle before he leaned over and watched me standing and trembling.

He was the quiet and calm one, yet his eyes held a burning stare that set my body on fire.

He studied me from my toes to my heels, his eyes like he was counting every single hole in my fishnets, up to my skirt, to my waist, to my now heavy breasts, and to my lips.

I felt my breath hitch just as his gaze cornered to mine, and I turned away, looking back at Elio, who was still seated.

Now that seemed like a mistake because he held the most daunting stare out of all four brothers.

“I told you I don’t need you guys anymore,” I said, lying through my teeth. Just as Adrian’s lips curled in a smirk.

“Yet I see our bracelet on your hand, baby girl,” he said, his thick, almost fluid Italian accent making me almost flinch.

As my hand carried the bracelet that held their charms—the one they bought for me on my sixteenth birthday three years ago.

“Well, now you act like you don’t need us. But that wasn’t the case when you were screaming and moaning out our names while your finger was pushed into your pussy as you rode your pillow. Is it, baby?” Marcel said in my ear,

Catching me off guard as my heart sped up a few beats, mortification rushing through my blood. How could I forget that night? I shamelessly came crying out their names on my bed—

not knowing that I had an audience as they watched me masturbate and orgasm.

And dammit, as I stood, I felt my panties wet from just the thought of them touching me; it was enough to drive me insane.

I needed to get out of here; I needed to run. This was far too dangerous for my mental state, and I knew soon I wouldn’t be able to fight them.

And just from recalling what I witnessed in that room that night: how loud their sub cried as she let them use and fuck her as they pleased.

How desperately I wanted to be in that position. How I craved them. And that scared me.

The lump in my throat was heavy; I couldn’t even swallow now as I felt my pussy get wetter with each second that passed.

The only reason I was like this was that they broke me; they made me like this all because of that night.

All because I had witnessed what true darkness they held behind their eyes, and a part of me knew the real truth.

Why I ran away was because I wanted to be dominated. I wanted to be needed and wanted by my four brothers. I wanted them all to have me.

I wanted to be fucked with no mercy, only to be dominated by them.

How scary it was that for years I had held on to this unrequited love and need for not just one, but four of my brothers.

But they had rejected me; they had called me a baby. And I, for one, had made a mistake confessing my feelings.

Knowing it was forbidden and that their father had loved and helped my mother through it all, and he had died with my mother. I owed it all to him.

Although my heart fought my decision, even though I felt so wet for them, I tried to look unfazed as I stared back at Elio, who dared me to speak.

Even though I wanted nothing more than to drop to this floor and give myself to them, my whole body trained me to run away from this danger—

just like I had done when I witnessed them two years ago, limbs entwined in a fivesome with someone else.

A vivid memory that broke me completely as I watched them with another woman while I witnessed her heart getting shattered.

When was this forbidden torment going to end?