Chapter 27 Their Serious Pursuit
ANGELICA'S POV
I sat there, looking at the Martino men, waiting for them to speak. I felt conscious as they kept gazing at me with that intense look in their eyes.
“What would you like to eat?” Dylan asked, standing from his seat.
I furrowed my brows but placed my order nonetheless. He hummed and walked out of the room, leaving Ericson and me alone.
“Did you enjoy it?” Ericsson's words brought me out of my thoughts.
His gaze flickered between my eyes and lips, and I subconsciously licked my lip.
“What were you guys doing there?” I asked, changing the question.
“Stalking you,” Ericson stated bluntly.
His words made my heart leap into my chest, and I took a deep, shaky breath.
I wasn't well versed with this word.
After that man made my life hell and was still hell-bent on turning my life upside down, I wasn't good with the word ‘stalking.’
“Why?” I asked.
“You left. Your vase and your clock were gone, and we wondered if you ran away,” Ericson leaned forward, supporting his elbows on his knees.
We were still sitting at some distance, but his simple action made me stiff in my place. It almost felt like he was breathing in my space.
“I gave the clock for the auction and the vase; it broke—” I blushed.
The events that led to the vase knocking from my nightstand and breaking into pieces made my ears turn red.
What was I doing at that time?
After running from their apartment and talking to my mom, I just couldn't ease my nerves for some unknown reason.
I was desperate for their touch. I don't know why I was feeling so needy and hrny at that moment, but the way Dylan's body felt so good under my hand, and Ericson's lips cooed in my ears, all I wanted was to be touched by them.
Left with no choice, I decided to take matters into my hand, and thus, I ended up msturbating to the thoughts of being fcked by them.
It was amazing.
I had never felt this kind of orgasm that left me both breathless and unable to catch my pleasure.
Even the thought of being taken by them made my heart throb and my vgina pulsate with the need to be filled.
I always thought that I was a one-man woman; probably that was the reason I never indulged in actual sx with Tyler. We msturbated and touched each other plenty of times, but never did he put his dck inside me.
However, after meeting the Martino men, I started questioning everything I ever believed.
I wasn't a one-man woman. I wanted the two of them, both of them.
It was quite the imagination where I was between both of them. While Dylan was caressing my brasts from behind, his dck probing my womanhood, Ericson leaned over me, kissing me passionately.
Dylan's mouth caressed every inch of me from behind, peppering soft kisses and leaving bite marks on my back, and Ericson did the same to me from the front.
They massaged me, helping me release the tension in my body, and I must say, even in my imagination, that was the best massage.
After some time, they asked me if they could massage me more profoundly, and consumed by the pleasure, I nodded in my imagination.
It was all the signal they needed before I felt Dylan's dck push through my ashole, making me scream and wither, but that pain subsided the moment Ericson slickly pushed his dck into my vagina.
I never felt so full and so complete. It was uncomfortable and unbearable initially, but since it was just my imagination, I relaxed with one stroke before they thought of taking things into their own hands.
It was still hard to believe how lewd my imagination was when I was thoroughly taken and claimed by the two men who asked me about marriage in the morning.
I never had such a kind of imagination. It was even more hot and dripping than the dream I had.
If the imagination could have that kind of effect on me, I can't even imagine what it would feel like actually to have them inside me.
The moment I climaxed, I actually had to lower my voice with my fist over my mouth because of how loud I was moaning and screaming, knocking the vase on the nightstand in the process.
It was blissful. The stars that appeared in my vision had left me gasping for more.
The thought of being fcked by them left me breathless countless times, so I left the house as soon as Madeline called me.
“What are you thinking about?” I heard Ericson's voice, making me blush harder as I glared at him.
“I-it’s nothing,” I whispered.
“Is it really nothing?” His voice was strangely deeper than before, and his eyes were sharp with that intense look.
It almost looked like he read every thought I just had.
No. How could it be possible? He can't possibly read minds. He must be doing it to dominate me.
I nodded at myself and was about to answer when he was right beside me in a slick second, pressing me down on the couch.
I looked at him with wide eyes as he dipped his head.
“You know I can smell your arousal from miles away, mi vida. Don't lie to me. What were you thinking about just now?” He asked.
I breathed heavily, my chest heaving up and down at our proximity.
“I…” I didn't dare to look into his eyes, wondering if they would think I was a creep and kick me out of the apartment and company altogether.
“You… you, mi vida, are a poison,” He whispered, placing his face in the crook of my neck.
“Hmm?” I asked, confused, aware of how his chest was touching my brast, and he hummed in return.
“You are trickling down my veins, moving with the blood in my arteries, and I just can't keep you out of my head. What have you done to me? Why can't I think about anything else but you?” He asked.
I didn't know what to say to his confession.
Was he being for real?
Sometimes, I really wonder if these men have bipolar disorder. One moment they are completely normal, and the other, they want to be all over me.
“Ericson, I got a call from–. What are you doing?” I heard Dylan's voice, and my first instinct was to push Ericson away.
However, he was so large compared to my form that he didn't budge.
Rather than lifting himself off me, he supported himself on his elbow, so I was pushed against his chest, barely able to see anything.
“Want to join?” Ericson asked, and I blushed hard.
“J-join what? Nothing is going on here. He just fell on me. Y-yeah, that was what happened,” I stuttered, making a complete fool out of myself, cursing myself loudly.
“Is that so?” Dylan asked and helped me up.
I thought he would be taking me to the other seat, but to my surprise, he smiled and held my hand before pulling something out of his pocket.
“What is this?” I asked, dreading the thing in the box.
“It's a gift from us,” He said before opening the box.
I heaved a sigh of relief when I noticed it was just a pendant. But what a marvelous pendant it was.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because, il tesoro, we are serious about our pursuit of you. You can run from here, but you can't run away from us,” Ericson said as he stood beside me. Then he bent, pulled my shirt down from my right shoulder, and kissed my neck.
I shuddered.
“Why me?” I asked.
Dylan smiled at me.
“Because you make our heart beat,” he said.
It was a simple sentence, but it somehow held so much meaning.
It was almost akin to saying I filled their life with warmth and didn't want to be ahead of myself. I was about to ask him what he meant when Ericson beat me to it.
“What he meant to say is, we have found meaning to life from the moment we saw you. Do you believe in love at first sight? Have you ever thought why we are so good only to you? It's because we have fallen for you,” Ericson said, his words too good to be true.
After what Tyler did and how he betrayed me, it was hard for me to believe that not only one but two men were openly confessing their love to me.
“I don't believe you,” I said truthfully.
“I am scared,” I admitted.
Dylan lifted my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“It's okay. We've been looking for you for six years. We can wait until we gain your trust,” he said.
Though his words made little sense, I was happy they were ready to give me time and space.