The Mafia Twins' Bride

Chapter 7: Choose Tonight

“Choose,” Dominic demanded, both twins standing in front of the bed, their shirts already off. “Who f***s you first tonight?”

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but a bath robe, staring at two identical men who looked like they were ready to devour me.

Dominic’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkened with that cold controlling demeanor he always carried. Dante leaned against the wall with a lazy smirk, but his gaze burning hotter, playful but dangerous.

I swallowed hard. “I’m not choosing any of you. This is really crazy.” I yelled.

Dominic stepped closer, towering over me. “That choice stopped being yours the moment you signed the contract, which means you automatically belong to us now.”

Dante pushed off the wall and moved to the other side of the bed. “He’s right, sweetheart. We switched that first night. I had you first. Then Dominic took his turn while you were still dizzy from the drugs. We share everything in common. Including you, baby girl.”

My stomach dropped. The room suddenly felt too small, too hot. “You… both of you… that night?” I stammered.

“Yeah,” Dante said, his voice smoother than his brother’s. “And we’re done pretending. I want to spend equal time with you.”

Dominic’s eyes never left my face. “The contract terms still stand. So tonight you've got to choose who starts first.”

I looked at each of them carefully. They were the same height, same sharp jawline, same dark, intense eyes. The only difference was how they watched me Dominic like he wanted to own every piece of my soul, Dante like he wanted to make me beg for every touch of his. I exhaled deeply. My hands trembling in my lap. “I can’t do this.”

“Of course you can,” Dominic said, stepping between my legs. He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Point now. Or we’ll choose for you.”

Heat crawled up my neck. Fear and something much darker twisted in my belly. I hated my body for reacting to them. I hated how their eyes on me made me press my thighs together.

I pointed at Dominic first, my finger shaking. Then my hand drifted towards Dante. Both of them noticed. Dante’s smirk grew wider.

“Looks like she can’t decide,” he said softly.

Dominic didn’t smile. He simply pushed me back onto the bed. “ Since you couldn't choose, we'll decide for you then.” he said, his voice dropping low.

Dante climbed on the bed from the other side. Both of their hands touching me at the same time. Dominic kissed me hard and possessive, while Dante’s mouth found my neck, nibbling and sucking it gently. I gasped in Dominic’s mouth as Dante’s hand slid underneath the robe, cupping my breast.

“Relax, Lila,” Dante murmured against my skin. “We’ve got you.”

They moved like they had done this before. Dominic loosed the robe letting it slide down while Dante pressed hot wet kisses down to my stomach. When Dominic took my mouth again, Dante spread my legs, licking my now very wet p***y slowly, his tongue teasing my c**t. I cried out loud, my back arching off the bed.

“f**k,” I moaned, my fingers gripping the sheets.

Dominic chuckled darkly against my lips. “That’s it. Let's hear you scream our names, Lila.”

They took turns driving me crazy. Dominic entered me first, deep and rough, while Dante kissed me and fondled my breasts. Then they switched. Dante was smoother, more teasing, rolling his hips in a way that made me see stars behind my eyes. I lost track of who was inside of me. All I knew was the pleasure and the overwhelming feeling of being completely claimed by both of them.

My orgasm rippled through me, I came hard the first time with Dominic, screaming his name. And then the second time with Dante, my nails digging into his back. They didn’t stop. They kept going deeper and harder, trading places, while touching me together, until I was already shaking and sobbing with overstimulation and raw need.

When they finally finished, both of them spilling their seeds inside me one after the other, I lay between them, exhausted and trembling. Dominic stroked my hair gently. Dante kissed my shoulder.

“You did so very well,” Dominic said quietly. "wifey.”

Dante’s hand rested possessively on my stomach.

For a moment, everything felt strangely peaceful. My body felt completely drained, but my mind was clearer than it had been in days. I was beginning to accept the truth. I wanted both of them. Even if it terrified me.

Then my phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand.

I reached for it with a shaky hand and opened the message. It was from an unknown number. A screenshot of a post my sister had just made on her social media handle.

“My shameless sister Lila Smith is f*****g the both Valencia twins. They’re sharing her like a cheap w***e.

Attaching mockery and laughing emojis at the end of the post with blurry photos of me wrapped in a bedsheet, lying exhausted beside Dominic.

The post already had hundreds of likes and comments calling me names, laughing and asking for more details.

My blood ran cold.

Dominic snatched the phone from my hand. His jaw tightened as he read it. Dante leaned over and cursed under his breath.

“They now know,” Dominic said, his voice low and dangerous. “Your sister just made you a target.”

"Made me a target, what do you mean". I asked, panic evident in my voice. You wouldn't understand Lila, Dominic said.

Make me understand then, just tell me if anyone is coming to kidnap me or even worse kill me. I said almost yelling.

Dante tightened his hand around my waist.

"Hey calm down sweetheart, nobody is coming to kidnap or kill you, not under our watch. “If they wanna try, let them come. We’ll be ready.” I nodded resting my head on his chest.

But still yet I could feel it in my gut and the look on their face made me realize the game had just changed. The target or whatever they're talking about

wouldn’t just come for me anymore.

They would come for all of us.