Chapter 223 THEIR OBSESSION pt 3
Chapter 223 THEIR OBSESSION pt 3
Sophia barely slept that night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Marco’s massive hand wrapped around her throat. She could still hear Dante’s low voice calling her wet. She could still see Luca’s hungry smirk as he watched her fall apart from the lightest touch.
By the time her next scheduled session with the Rossi brothers came around, she was a nervous wreck. She had changed her blouse three times, telling herself it was just because the others were wrinkled. Deep down she knew she was lying.
When she arrived at their block, the atmosphere was different. Heavier. The three brothers were waiting like predators who had already tasted blood.
Marco spoke first, voice rough. “You came back.”
“I’m doing my job,” Sophia replied, trying to sound professional. But her voice came out softer, almost shy.
Luca laughed quietly. “Sure you are, princess. That’s why your hands are shaking while you set up that little chair.”
She sat down, closer to the bars than last time. Dante noticed immediately.
“You wore that skirt for us,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
Sophia glanced down at the modest but form-fitting black pencil skirt she had chosen. “It’s part of my uniform.”
Marco stepped right up to the bars, gripping them tightly. “Stand up.”
Sophia hesitated, then slowly stood. Marco’s eyes dragged down her body like he wanted to devour her.
“Turn around.”
She turned, heart hammering. When her back was to them, she heard all three brothers groan softly.
“Fuck, look at that ass,” Luca muttered. “Perfect.”
Marco’s hand shot through the bars faster than she expected. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her backward until her ass pressed against the cold metal bars.
Sophia gasped. “Marco..”
“Shhh.” His big hand slid down and boldly cupped her ass, squeezing hard. “You have no idea how long we’ve wanted to touch you properly.”
Dante reached through from his cell, his hand sliding up the front of her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. “Spread your legs a little, Sophia. Be a good girl for us.”
She should have said no. She should have stepped away and called the guard.
Instead, she parted her legs slightly.
Dante’s fingers traced up her inner thigh until they brushed against the damp fabric of her panties. “Already soaked. I knew it.”
Luca’s hand joined from the other side, sliding under her skirt from behind. Two different hands were now touching her at once. Sophia gripped the bars tightly, breathing fast.
“You three are going to get me fired,” she whispered, but there was no real protest in her voice.
Marco’s hand moved from her ass to her throat again. This time he pulled her back harder against the bars, choking her with more pressure than before. His mouth was inches from her ear through the gap.
“You like this, don’t you?” he growled, squeezing her throat rhythmically. “Three dangerous men touching you like we own you. Makes that pretty pussy drip, doesn’t it?”
Sophia whimpered, her knees weakening. Dante’s fingers pushed her panties to the side and stroked her bare, soaked slit. He circled her clit slowly, teasingly, while Luca’s fingers spread her ass cheeks and brushed against her tight hole.
“Oh my god…” Sophia moaned softly, eyes fluttering.
“Look at her,” Luca said with dark amusement. “Our sweet, kind counselor moaning like a whore from just our fingers. Imagine what you’ll sound like when we finally get you alone.”
Dante pushed one thick finger inside her. Sophia’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. Marco tightened his grip on her throat, cutting off her air just enough to make her vision sparkle.
“You’re clenching so hard around my finger,” Dante murmured, pumping slowly. “How long has it been since someone properly touched you, baby?”
“Too long,” she gasped when Marco loosened his hand.
Luca chuckled and pressed a finger against her asshole, not pushing in, just teasing. “We’re going to ruin every hole. Marco’s going to choke you while he fucks you. Dante’s going to watch and tell you how pretty you look when you cry. And I’m going to make you scream my name until your voice breaks.”
Sophia was trembling. Her hips were moving on their own, grinding against Dante’s finger. Marco kept one hand around her throat and used the other to squeeze her breast through her blouse, pinching her hard nipple.
“You belong to us now,” Marco whispered darkly against her ear. “Say it.”
“I… I can’t… ” she whimpered.
Marco squeezed her throat tighter. Dante pushed a second finger inside her pussy and curled them perfectly against her g-spot.
“Say it, Sophia,” Marco demanded.
“I belong to you,” she moaned brokenly, right on the edge of orgasm. “I belong to all three of you.”
Dante’s fingers moved faster. Luca kept teasing her ass. Marco choked her while whispering filthy promises in her ear.
She came hard.
Her legs shook violently as her pussy clenched around Dante’s fingers. A rush of wetness soaked his hand and dripped down her thighs. Marco held her throat through the entire orgasm, keeping her upright while she fell apart between the bars.
When it finally passed, they slowly withdrew their hands. Sophia nearly collapsed. She turned around on shaky legs, face flushed, eyes glassy, skirt wrinkled and panties ruined.
The three brothers stared at her like she was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen.
Marco licked Dante’s fingers clean through the bars, eyes locked on hers. “Next time, Sophia… we’re not stopping at fingers.”
Sophia touched her throat, still feeling Marco’s grip like a brand. Her voice was hoarse when she finally spoke.
“I should… I should go.”
But she didn’t move. She stood there, breathing hard, staring at the three men who were now completely obsessed with her.
Luca smiled slowly. “Run while you still can, princess. Because once we really get our hands on you… you’re never getting away.”
Sophia turned and walked down the hallway on unsteady legs, her mind spinning and her body still throbbing with aftershocks.
She was in serious trouble.
And the scariest part?
She wasn’t sure she wanted to escape.