Chapter 35
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Chapter Thirty-Five
I understand Angelo needing his hand held and going slowly, but Chloe needs to understand the blunt reality of what is about to happen.
When she breaks her kiss with Angelo, I turn her towards me.
“We’re going to take your body. We’re going to f**k you to death and then back to life. We will own you physically, but we’re also asking for your heart.” I pause, both for my and her sake. I never thought I would say these words and I am still unsure of how real they are to me. I look deep into her eyes, holding her face so she doesn’t mistake anything of what I am going to say now. “Whatever you say now, we will abide. But afterward the decision to leave or stay is not only up to you but to all of us. Do you understand, Principessa?”
My words shock her, I can see it, but all she can do is nod.
She has one choice. If she says no, we will retreat our steps and leave. We will come back later, no doubt, and try to convince her, to wear her resolve down.
Oh yes, we won’t be able to resist.
As she is unable to resist us now. The word no isn’t possible in our presence.
But once she says yes, she is ours.
I can see the determined fire in her eyes. She starts to speak, but I place a finger over her lips. “Shh. You don’t need words with us, my sweet Chloé.”
She makes a small sound of protest when I tug at the strings that still keep her loose robe together but she lets it fall away from her sumptuous curves.
Although she makes no move to close it, she also doesn’t finish disrobing either.
She simply stays still and I can nearly see her heart beating underneath the pale skin between her gorgeous breasts.
“We’ll take you to heaven, Chloé. We’ll worship you, love you, as you deserve to be loved,” Salvatore murmurs as he steps behind her and slides the dress off her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor and then very slowly as if he is unwrapping a long-awaited present, and it’s more than long awaited, he takes off her bra, baring her to us.
He comes to our sides and we gaze upon her beauty, my brothers and I. We are starving men and she is a feast for the taking.
And we have no intention of stopping until we have each had our fill.
At least, I don’t.
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