Chapter 58 : One Of You Has Taste
Chapter 58: One Of You Has Taste
Sophie
The Rizzos in suits looked ready to take over the world like the finest businessmen. But them in half-naked looked like an alpha male, primal, rugged, handsome and feral. Like they could hurt you or touch you and you would be incapable of stopping them. I knew I would never stop them, they looked at me. Adriano had tattoos, a lot of them but all of them shared one tattoo. It was on the right side of their chest, a hollowed triangle and it could mean just that, three brothers. Or it could mean fire if I was to think of alchemy symbols.
“Fire?” I blunted out.
They were looking at me, Luciano nodded but didn't elaborate. I didn't ask him to either, my eyes were stuck on the scars they had on their bodies. Deep scars, some small scars, Angelo had a scar on the side of his waist which looked too deep. Adriano’s scars could be faintly seen but I could still see a thick one on his shoulder. Luciano has a large scar on the right side of his waist amongst many others he had. Scarred, so much scarred, yet I could barely take my eyes off them.
“I didn't like that shirt.” Angelo said to me, walking closer to me. He pulled at the collar of the shirt and kissed me.
“Take it off.” Luciano added and I bit my lips.
I wanted to ask about the scars but I didn't want to be nosy. I tried to undo the buttons of my shirt but my hands were shaking too much, they were almost naked and were almost acted up. He kissed me.
“Do you want me to take it off?” I nodded my head.
“Words,” he demanded.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He undid the buttons of the shirt quickly, pulling it off me. Their eyes traveled my body, lingering at all the wrong places, their eyes were heating up and they looked like they wanted to devour me. I knew I looked like I wanted to be devoured.
“These…” Angelo stepped towards me, his one hand moving over my first and then two fingers, tugging at bottoms.
“Are you kidding, baby?” He completed his sentence.
“You are not on your period anymore, are you?” Adriano asked, pressing kisses to my neck. Luciano fisted my hair, tilting my head up. He crushed his lips on mine, kissing me thoroughly.
“Tonight,” Angelo muttered.
“We are going to worship you, princess so that every time you see this little body of yours, you will think of us.”
Adriano picked me up and threw me into the pool, I screamed while they chuckled. Luciano instantly jumped into the pool as well, wrapping his arms safely around me.
“I have got you, little bunny.” His glasses were gone. His eyes were clear, looking at me with gentleness that never failed to warm my heart.
The other two entered the pool, surrounding me. The room in which they had the pool was beautiful, the ceiling was painted black with little white dots made on it and showing the stars and lines connecting them, showing some of the constellations. There were luxurious pool chairs around the large pool.
They made the whole day beautiful, their kisses and touches were lingering, their words softer and eyes gentler. They held me as if someone was going to rip us apart, they held me as if someone was going to hurt us and I held them back. It felt weird, I had just met these men and yet it felt as if there had always been an empty place in my heart for them and when they came, they took it and it didn't feel sudden. It didn't feel unfamiliar, it felt right as if my heart had been waiting for them. We were standing in front of a starry night in the museum of modern art.
“It looks like it was made by a five-year-old.” Adriano said, wrapping his arms around me from the back and setting his chin on my head.
“I think seven.” Angelo said, his hand gripping my hips.
“I can see how your little body looks in this fucking jeans. Are you trying to kill us?”
“Too soon,” I grumbled, cheeks heating up and he chuckled.
“I think it is good.” Luciano who was standing on my left said as he pressed a kiss to my cheek. I had given up trying to get them to stop touching me in public, even though there weren't many people here. I could still feel everyone looking at me, The kings of the city with a girl.
“One of you has taste.” I muttered.
“Can we go now?” Adriano said.
“Yes, let's go.” I nodded, taking one last look at the painting.
As we walked out of the museum, the limousine stopped right in front of us and Luciano opened the door for me to slide in, followed by him, Adriano and Angelo sat opposite us. Angelo grabbed me, putting me on his lap, I closed my eyes and snuggled into him as he removed my heels.
“Are you okay?” He asked and I nodded my head.
We had spent the whole day together and now were exhausted. Their promise of pleasure was still burning in my head but I was too tired. I fell asleep soon, safe in his strong arms.
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Angelo POV
I watched Sophie as she slept so peacefully, she was at ease around me, in my arms. With my previous submissives, I had them in my arms sometimes when they needed it, I didn't like being unnecessarily brutal to them, they looked content in my arms like Sophie did right now but I never felt the sense of satisfaction that I felt right now when I held anyone else. They had been there for my pleasure, Sophie was here for everything. She thought I cheated on her, it was funny and the girl used an alarming amount of perfume for it to linger on my arm for a long time. I could never let anyone touch Sophie but us, and I did not feel the need to touch anyone but her. Touching her was more than enough.
I knew I was obsessed with her, with everything about her. Seeing her for the first time had been weird. She felt the first irritation in the start, like an insect I could get off the damn windshield but then I saw her again in the mall, walking around with a sketchbook in her hand and then again and again. And before I knew it, I was mesmerized. We got a file on her which had all her details. He fucked up family, her bad past, her height and even the amount of times she had gone to a dentist which was a lot. We knew everything about her but understood nothing. And then we talked to her, it had been a quick decision. We were passing through the city to go to a man's house, sometimes to collect debts ourselves and Adrianob was driving. He had stopped the car in front of Susan’s cafe.