22-The Compromise

**Isabella**

My sex drive is through the roof. Marcello stripped naked as soon as we entered the bedroom, but Ezra likes to take his time. He also doesn't prefer to remove his own clothes; he saved that job for me. He was particularly fond of me unzipping his pants with my teeth after popping open the top button. Now I'm sitting on Ezra's face as he feasts on me, and Marcello is claiming my mouth like he said he would. One hand holds my hair while the other is gripping my throat as he controls the tempo. I thought I would feel like my body is being used, but instead, I feel empowered. These men worship my body with every thrust and stroke.

Marcello speeds up and goes deep. I love his taste, fresh and slightly salty on my tongue. Ezra sucks me and teases my clit simultaneously, sending a wave of pleasure unlike any other through my body. My moans course through Marcello, encouraging his release, feeding me every drop.

Ezra gives one final lick through me while I catch my breath.

"Stand up and come to me, Isabella," Ezra commands. He grips himself and watches as I wander to him. Marcello strokes himself as well, preparing himself for another round. I stop in front of him and wait for his instructions.

"Get on your knees." I lower my body. It's my turn to praise his as he praised mine. "Suck me."

My mouth is watering for another taste of Ezra. I don't start slow or gentle. As soon as the head of his dick pushed through my lips, I sucked him in deep. I steady my balance by holding onto his muscular thighs, and his hands hold on to my head as his hips thrust to meet my rhythm. He only allows a few more seconds before pulling out and picking me up. I still can't wrap my head around how light I am to him, but I love how he handles me. My legs naturally wrap around his waist, and he slides inside me in one smooth motion. I can't see Marcello, but I feel the heat of his body right behind me.

"Are you ready, Bellissima?" Marcello rubs cold lubricant on my ass, and it makes me jump. Ezra is licking and kissing my neck while he is buried in me, waiting for Marcello to join us.

"Yes, Capo." My voice quivers with desire. He teases me before pushing in. I whimper as they stretch me, but not because it hurts. Their erections fill me so beautifully that my body welcomes them with ease. I snake my hands into Ezra's hair and kiss him hungrily. Marcello kisses and sucks my naked shoulder as his rough hands fondle my breasts. They pick up speed, moving expertly together as if they've done this a million times. I really hope their staff is on the other side of the manor because we aren't being quiet. My name rolls off their tongues most sensually, and I know the Italian words Marcello whispers into my ear are something dirty. I can tell by the seduction in his tone.

I'm about to come apart when Marcello's right hand slides down my torso, finding my clit. I spasm around their hardness, and they follow shortly after, coating my insides with their warmth. One man's moan is attractive, but to have two men lose their minds over my body is the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. I want them like this every night, breathing heavily after feasting on every part of me.

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Two weeks have passed by in the blink of an eye. I decided to finally start being productive, so I plan to get all of my things moved out of Alli's house tonight. I told her everything she needed to know, minus the mafia stuff. When I called her last week, she was eager to hear every detail about my stay with Ezra and Marcello. I also had a lot to catch up on with her personal life. She started talking to a woman named Sage. It sounds like she is happy, even though Alli isn't a woman who is easily satisfied. Most can't handle her aggression, so I hope Sage is cut out for her. She deserves all the happiness in the world.

She still doesn't know I'm aware of her feelings for me. About a month ago, we had a movie night with way too much alcohol involved. She spilled all the tea and passed out within five minutes. The next morning, she couldn't remember a thing. I figured it was best to keep it that way because I feel like her love for me isn't what she believes it is. I also know she would freak out and start acting funny if she knew I was aware.

McKellan and I met with the employees here and in New Jersey last week to share the big news of me selling the company, and to finalize the deal. No one wanted to leave because I offered a decent bonus for those who stayed. I can dip into the profit I made from selling it to give back to the workers to show my appreciation for them. Ben felt bummed at first, but then I asked him to follow me to Italy and work for me there. He was ecstatic about the offer and told me he would make his final decision by the end of this week. He wouldn't be leaving much behind, but he did make a lot of good friends after starting his journey as a drag queen. I think I convinced him to say yes when I told him how often we can return to America, but we will see.

Since meeting Marcello and Ezra, my life changed completely. I'm able to get sleep at night and take the time to cater to my own needs. I've spent so much of my life burying myself in work and responsibilities to distract myself from the darkness that took over my brain. All that time, I never realized I needed a way out. These two men saved me from myself.

We're getting ready to go out for lunch. Ezra and Marcello had a beautiful floor-length navy blue dress with a low v-neck and empire waistline delivered to my room. My cleavage isn't showing enough to look sleazy, but it is sexy. The shoes they picked out are black strappy heels. Thank God I got my nails done the other day.

I apply light makeup to keep my natural look and add Jane Iredale's triple long-lasting red lipstick for the finishing touches. My hair is half up with loose curls flowing down my back and over my shoulders. I'm wearing the 14K Rose Gold, Pear Ruby earrings with a 1.6 carat diamond swirl frame that was gifted to me from Ezra a few days ago. Marcello took that as a competition and gifted me with an 18K Rose Gold, 2 carat Diamond Pave bangle bracelet that I am also wearing. Marcello purposely got something that would go perfectly with the earrings so I wouldn't wear one without the other. Until now, I haven't worn either of them. I keep my neck bare because I prefer the space on my neck and chest.

"I knew you would be stunning, but I might have a heart attack." I didn't hear the guys enter my room because I was lost in thought. I turn around to see Ezra's hand rubbing over his heart and Marcello adjusting himself. Ezra's compliments always make me blush.

"Thank you, Maestro. You both look incredible." I kiss their cheeks, and Marcello rubs them.

"Don't worry! My lipstick won't come off on you or my glass while drinking. This stuff was made to last through a war." Marcello's smile spreads.

"Good. I have plans for us tonight, and I think that lipstick would be nice incorporation." I already know where his mind is going, and I'm here for it.

"Can't wait." I take their elbows as they escort me to the vehicle. Today they have someone driving for us, so they must be going all out for the date.

The restaurant is only ten minutes away from the manor, and it is remarkable. Fancy would be an understatement.

"Let me guess; you guys own this place." The employees seem to know them personally.

"Nope, we just come here a lot. They have the best steaks." Marcello says. I can imagine these two coming here alone, looking like they're on a romantic date together. Now I'm wondering if they've ever brought another woman here.

"How many subs have you guys brought here?" Thankfully the question sounded genuinely curious instead of bitter. I don't want them to feel like I'm jealous.

"None. We did not go on special, romantic dates with our subs." I should have already assumed that.

The host seated us, and our waitress took our drink order. She's very friendly and the first woman who hasn't drooled over Marcello and Ezra in the last two weeks when we go out in public. I love kissing them both in front of people and seeing the dirty looks. I'm happy, and no amount of judgment will change that.

The waitress, Bev, comes back with the drinks, and we order our meals. I trust their opinion on the steak and decided to get the eight-ounce ribeye, a grilled chicken and strawberry salad, and a loaded baked potato. There's no way I can eat this all at once, but I'll take home what I don't finish. My meal was small compared to what the guys got.

Over lunch, we laugh together and talk about our plans for the future. We have chosen to leave the country in one week. That gives me time to see Alli a little more before we leave, and they will do a final sweep at their businesses to ensure everything is running smoothly. We're also supposed to meet with their sadist friend, Kain.

I'm so excited to get our lives started together, but I'm nervous to meet the rest of the mafia. I know what it's like to be a female boss, and the last thing I'll tolerate is their men acting like they don't have to give me the same respect they give Marcello and Ezra. This brings me to another issue.

"If I am going to be a lady boss, there's something we need to negotiate." Both men eye me suspiciously, "The seating arrangement at the dining table."

"What do you have in mind?" Marcello asks, but I doubt he will be willing to compromise.

"I refuse to sit so far away from you both. I suggest you, Marcello, sit at the head of the table since you are Capo and you, Ezra, sit to his right since you are his right-hand man. I should be sitting to your left, and the three of us will occupy the head of the table. The next man below you should be at the foot." They have blank expressions, but in the last two weeks I have learned their blank expressions are usually a good thing. That means they aren't instantly opposed to what you're saying and willing to give it some thought. They glance at each other and shrug a shoulder after they have the silent conversation.

"Okay, we agree," Ezra responds. "But under one condition."

"What condition?" How in the hell did they come up with a condition when they never spoke? They do this all the time.

"I want children." He didn't say it in a demanding way. He looks like a weight has lifted from his shoulders at his confession. It's the conversation I knew we needed to have, and I guess now is the time.