Chapter 112: WILL I BE ABLE TO HANDLE THEM??

~ELENA~

Vincenzo can take my cunt, take my ass, take my throat. He can take me and do whatever he wants with me.

When I see the anger in his stare, my heart leaps, because the rage has come from the depths of him.

I give myself up completely as I choke and drool.

He has full control now and he uses it, leveraging my hair so strongly that my scalp burns.

His dick is slick with spit and he buries his way into my throat so far that my ears ring, my nose crushed against his stomach.

I suck in the breath of my life when he finally pulls out of me, and that is when he spurts—Long, hot streams into my face, splattering my tongue, my hips, my cheeks, and jetting one load straight into my fucking eye.

I am blinking stinging cum as he puts his face up close to mine, my breath still ragged.

“Now, will you flirt with another man or smile at him after that? Do you want another man's cock?” He asks me. “Tell me now and you better mean it.”

His voice is simmering with jealousy.

“No,” I tell him. “I don't want another man's cock, I swear.”

He lets go of my hair.

“Good,” he says briefly.

I am still a slobbering mess over the arm of my couch as he gets up and begins dressing up then walks away after that.

He walks out of my room and close the door behind him without even sparing me a glance.

The door clicks shut behind him. The sound is soft. But it lands in my chest like a gunshot.

I wipe the cum from my face with the back of my hand, my vision blurred and burning.

Fuck, that was good, even though it's a bit painful.

But then I realize I am in love with three dangerous men who can switch behaviours, characters and attitude at any given time.

For a long moment, I don’t move. I stay bent over the arm of the couch, shaking, my heartbeat still wild in my ears.

My body feels weak, overstimulated, conflicted….burning in places I don’t want to think about.

Slowly, I straighten up. My legs almost give out beneath me.

I wipe my face with the back of my hand, my fingers trembling as reality crashes back in. Whatever fog I was in fades, leaving behind something heavier……something darker.

Possession. Control. Fear. And wanting.

All tangled together in a way that makes my stomach twist.

I glance at the closed door.

He didn’t look back.

He never looks back after he gets what he wants, that's one bad side of Vincenzo.

My room suddenly feels too small. The walls feel like they’re closing in on me, trapping me with my thoughts….trapping me with what I’ve become.

I sink down onto the couch, hugging my arms around myself.

What kind of girl falls in love with monsters?

Not one. Not even two.

Three.

Three men who can be gentle one second and terrifying the next.

Three men who watch me like property. Three men that are forbidden. Three men I shouldn't even love. Three men I should be running from.

Yet my heart doesn’t listen to fear.

It betrays me with every dangerous flutter.

Vincenzo’s jealousy still clings to the air, thick and suffocating. The threat in his words echoes in my head.

Will you smile at another man?

As if smiling is a crime.

As if my existence belongs to him alone. He doesn't even include his brothers most times.

A shiver runs through me.

Not entirely from fear.

And that frightens me the most. Because I know this is how women vanish.

Into obsession. Into control. Into love that bruises.

And even knowing all that…

My heart still whispers his name.

Vincenzo.

And I'm very sure that he's the one I love the most amongst the brothers.

The cold, calculative, controlled, dominant, dangerous, possessive, and sweet in his own way brother is the one I love the most.

I press my palm to my chest, struggling to steady myself.

“I’m in trouble,” I whisper to the empty room.

Deep, irreversible trouble.

And the worst part?

A part of me doesn’t want to be saved.

A slow knock suddenly taps against my door.

My breath hitch-stops.

Once. Twice. Three soft knocks.

My heart stammers violently against my ribs. I don’t answer. I can’t. Not like this. Not with my body still trembling and my mind still wrapped around his shadow.

“Elena?” Nico’s voice comes through the door, cautious. Concerned. “Are you there?”

I squeeze my eyes shut.

Of course it has to be one of them.

My tangled heart can’t handle another one right now.

“I—I’m fine,” I lie hoarsely.

Silence stretches.

Then the door handle rattles slightly. “Open the door.”

It’s not a request.

Fear curls through my stomach as I scramble off the couch, my legs wobbling.

I walk to my bed and quickly put on my clothes, pack my sex toys in the bag and quickly put it away, then change my wet bedsheets to another one.

I don't want Nico noticing that I fucked just Vincenzo alone. It might start a fight between the brothers and not now that their emotions are still high.

They are already angry at Vincenzo for letting the man at the club go, so I can imagine how angrier they will become if they find out what just happened.

I grab the nearest throw pillow and press it to my chest like armor as I unlock the door.

Nico steps in slowly.

His sharp green eyes scan my face, the room, the couch. Whatever he sees makes his jaw tighten.

“Why did you waste so much time opening the door?” He asks.

“I was already settled in bed. I didn't want to open the door,” I lie.

“You have no choice but to open the door,” he tells me.

“I know, and that's why you are in here now” I reply.

“We went back to the basement but you and Enzo weren't there. Vincenzo was here right?” He asks quietly. “What did he do to you?”

I swallow hard.

“Nothing. Just got angry that I stopped him from killing the man. Led me back to my room. Said some words about me not stopping him next time, then left,” I lie.

Well, it's not totally a lie though.

But my words sound weak even to my own ears.

Nico's gaze darkens. Protective. Dangerous.

“You’re shaking. Was he that harsh?” He asks.

Before I can answer, another presence fills the doorway.

Riccardo.

His eyes flick from me to Nico, then to the couch. One look at my face and something murderous flashes across his features.

“Where is he?” Riccardo asks coldly. “What on earth did he do to you??”

My heart crashes.

I shake my head. “Please don’t….”

Too late.

Vincenzo’s voice cuts through the hallway like ice. “Don’t what?”

He stands at the end of the corridor, fully dressed now in another clothes, entirely composed. No rage. No jealousy. No trace of what he left behind in my room.

Just control.

“Right time, brother. You came in at the right time. What did you do to Elena?? Why is she so shaken?” Riccardo asks.

Nico steps slightly in front of me without realizing it.

Riccardo’s fists clench.

The air thickens with tension so sharp it almost hums.

Vincenzo’s gaze locks on mine….Unblinking, possessive, silent warning.

No one moves.

No one speaks.

And in that dangerous quiet, I realize something that makes my chest tighten painfully….

They don’t just scare me.

They might destroy each other over me.

And I am standing right in the middle of the storm…Battling within me if I should choose one from the brothers and let the others go or if I should just be with the three of them.

Now the big question is….

Will I be able to handle the three brothers with their increasing jealousy, possessiveness, and each of them fighting to be the very dominant one in my life???