Third Comes Vengeance (Promised in Blood, #3)

by Lilith Vincent

Between hungry kisses, Cassius strips my clothes from my body and then lays down on the sofa on his back. “Come on. Come and sit on my face. I want to eat you up.”

“You’re magnificent,” Cassius murmurs, gazing at my breasts, my hips, my sex.

Cassius cradles me against his chest. “So impatient. I was enjoying the moment. The first time my beautiful girl says I love you. Ti amo, bambina. Of course I love you.”

He cups my cheek, his expression gentle. “Of course you love them. There was never any doubt in my heart that when you fell for one of us, you would fall for all of us. I see the way you look at the others. How you touch them and care about them. It’s fucking beautiful.”

“You like the way I look at them and touch them?” He kisses me. “I do. It’s so sexy, bambina.” “Cassius loves to watch.” “Cassius does,” he agrees with a heated smile.

“I can see you’re still wet from being fucked, princess. How much would it take for you to…” He shoves two fingers inside me, and I gasp. “Come again?”

Lorenzo pulls his fingers out of me, leans over, and spits on my pussy. My body twitches and I gasp at the sensation. He glances at Cassius with a wicked smile. “Spit on her, too?” Cassius leans forward and rubs his middle finger over my clit, and then spits on it, so I’m glistening wet. My mouth opens in shock. That shouldn’t be so arousing.

“He sat me on his face and told me I was pretty.”

“Fuck, yes,” Lorenzo says through clenched teeth. “Milk my cock with that pussy of yours, princess.”

“Kiss me, princess. I was nearly a dead man tonight.”

Lorenzo sinks his teeth into my lower lip, and then murmurs, “I promise I won’t be reckless, but some things are worth dying for.

He adjusts the rearview mirror and scowls at the road ahead. We drive in silence, and then I feel Lorenzo’s hand creep into my lap and take hold of mine. “No one’s ever said that to me before. I didn’t grow up in a house where people just said that shit to each other.” “Well, I mean it. I love you, Lorenzo.” He squeezes my hand tighter but his throat seems locked up tight. I don’t need him to say anything back. I just need him to believe me.

“And you all looked ridiculously sexy.” Is that the right word? Can men look sexy holding babies? Apparently, my men can because suddenly I’m dying to touch them all.

“Baby,” Salvatore murmurs, pulling me into his arms as we stand next to his Maserati. “I’ll be thinking about you holding that baby for the rest of the day.” He tucks his lips against my ear and kisses me there. “And I’ll remember what you said.” I love you.

Cassius groans in pleasure and thrusts in a slow, powerful rhythm. “This is all I’ve been able to think about for the past hour. Your pussy is heaven.”

“Remember how we agreed we would pull out?” Cassius asks. “I’m done with that.” My eyes snap open. Wait, what? “I never liked it. A Ferragamo does not pull out.” His big hand squeezes my ass. “Bambina, you’re ours, I want you pregnant and we’re starting now. I don’t even remember why we decided on that bullshit.”

Vinicius’ smile is devilish. “We were pulling out because there was a chance Salvatore was going to marry Chiara. It’s only polite not to nut in another man’s fiancé.” “She’s not my fiancé now,” Salvatore says, in a sly voice. “She belongs to all of us.”

“Fuck, yes.” Lorenzo’s voice is tight and urgent. “Blow your load in her sweet pussy.”

Cassius takes a tighter grip on me and doesn’t let up. “You’re going to stay right there, bambina, while I fill you up like I’ve been aching to do from the start.”

“You’re full of Cassius. Do you want me too, kitten? Do you want even more cum inside you?”

“I hear we’re making babies,” he says with a wicked grin, pulling off his T-shirt and shoving down his jeans. He palms his length in his fist as he waits for his turn.

“Everyone will know you’re ours with our baby inside you, kitten. We’ll look at you with your swollen belly and remember this moment when we all had you, one after the other, and you were full of us.”

Vinicius slides a hand beneath my belly and grips me hard. “I can feel my cock going in and out of you,” he says,

Lorenzo plugs my pussy with the tip of his cock but stays right there. “If I thrust deep, their cum will leak out around me. What a waste. I wish we could all nut in you at the same time, princess. I want you fucking full of us.”

Lorenzo moans as he sinks into me. “You feel incredible. You know I love it when you’re already soaking wet and worn out. This is something else.” “You like my messy pussy, Lorenzo?” “I love your messy pussy and your slutty heels,” he says harshly, pounding me with firm, deep strokes. “We should have been fucking you like this from the start. I should have screwed you in the church in your white wedding dress in front of all those wedding guests. My woman. Ours.”

“Baby, you’re ass-up in red heels over the hood of a Ferrari. You think I’m missing this opportunity? Now hold still while I knock you up.”

Lorenzo leans on the hood of the car and puts his face close to mine. “You like that, don’t you, princess? All of us screwing you, impatient to take our turn with our woman. If you thought we were competitive before, you’re about to find out just how fiercely we compete.”

He pulls out and spreads me open with his fingers and then groans. “Oh, fuck yes, baby. That’s what I need. Are you guys seeing this?” My face flames red as they all crowd around him to look at me dripping with them, legs parted and ass in the air. “Perfect, bambina,” Cassius purrs.

“You’re who we want for the mother of our children. Someone who’s sweet and loving and who will protect them at all costs. I know you’ll give them all the love they could want and more, and you’ll fight like a tigress to keep them from harm.”

I stare at the message Chiara sent to the group chat a few hours ago. I love you all. She loves us. All of us. I don’t know who she told first and who was last, but I’m surprised to find I don’t care and I have no interest in finding out. Chiara’s words are a warm weight in my chest. She loves me. She loves us.

I groan and bury my face in her neck. “Fuck, baby, you know I get excited by the sight of your blood. You think I wanted your virginity just so I could say I was first? I wanted to make you bleed for me.”

I groan and put the scalpel on the table, watching her, mesmerized, as I pull off my T-shirt and jeans. As the first rivulet of blood runs down her leg, I grasp the base of my cock and sink into her wet pussy.

I hold her throat and turn her head so I can kiss her as we fuck. “Aren’t you good for me, princess? I get to make you bleed and knock you up at the same time. How does a devil like me get into heaven?”

“If I’m your angel, then hell feels pretty good.”

With the blade at the ready, I listen to her panting and soft moans as she brings herself to orgasm, and just as it starts to pass, I slash her with the scalpel. She breathes in sharply, her eyes wide.

Chiara’s breathing hard, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and she nods. I pull out for a moment, drag my cock through the blood on her leg and then shove myself back into her. “Your ripe little pussy is going to be full of my cum, and I’m going to fuck it deeper to make sure I’m the one who breeds you.”

A smile spreads over my face. “I am. This is how I play doctor. I cut you and bleed you, and then I’m so fucking nice to you when I clean you up after.”

“Competition. Machiavellian schemes. Sex. Blood. These are the things that make my Lorenzo happy.” I smile and cup the bandage on her thigh. “And what makes my princess happy?” She traces my lips with her fingers. “You do.”

I call out, “Stop shouting, it’s not good for the baby.” Both of them shut up mid-sentence and turn to stare at me. “It’s me. I’m the baby.”

“That’s so fucking tight, both of us jammed into you like this,” he whispers in my ear.

“Does it feel weird that your dicks are rubbing together?” “Inside you, it’s perfect,” Lorenzo says. Cassius’ head falls back and he groans. “We’re going to nut in you at the same time, bambina. I hope you like it messy.”

“Three cuts…and she held so still. Her pretty blood dripped down her leg as I fucked her. No complaints as I cleaned her up. So brave, our princess.” Cassius’ face relaxes into a smile. “Of course she was.”

Salvatore stares like he’s been hit over the head by a mallet. Vinicius raises his eyes to mine and breaks into a smile. Cassius nods slowly and straightens his cuffs, chest puffed out. Lorenzo picks up each of the tests and examines them closely.

“I’ll take care of it like it’s mine, even if it’s not. Do you understand that?”

“Listen to Cassius. We are four of the biggest, meanest assholes in Coldlake. We are going to keep you and this baby safe, and we are going to love every second that we have the privilege to do so.”

“In. Get in the car. Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean we can’t run a train on you.”

“I always love to see our girl covered in cum,” Lorenzo says. “Let’s finish that way.”

“Who do you belong to?” he demands. I arch my back and stretch luxuriously, smiling as I touch their chests, their cheeks. “I’m all yours, my loves.”

“Such a sweet little bump. Barely more than a handful.” She smiles up at me. “We love being your handful.”

“That’s our baby,” I whisper, my throat tight with emotion. “Yeah, princess. That’s our baby.”