I was probably thinking too much. Hence, the headache. It was like light taps inside my head...continuous non-fucking-stop.

The words on the pages of the book in my hand felt like they were floating.

I had read the same line fifteen times.

Fifteen bloody times!

"Are you okay?" I exhaled at the sound of the soothing voice. I gulped and held her tighter.

"Was -was it what I said?" I looked at her as she rested her chin on my chest, eyes threatening to shut and take her away in a deep sleep. Her lips parted slightly.

I mean...I don't mind seeing the tables turn...

Why was I making it such a big deal?

"I'm sorry. I sh-"

"It's not what you said, il mio Fiore. It could never be" I corrected her and she blinked at me. I patted her ass and went back to reading my book. Or at least trying to read it.

I could only focus on her fingers tapping against my skin like the keys on a piano. Her fingers were soft against my harder skin.

I inhaled deeply when she straddled me, her fingers running lightly along my chest but leaving a lasting tremor behind.

The book fell out of my hand and I was left staring at the little minx who had a proud smile on her face.

Like she knew what she was doing to me.

"I want a kiss, daddy" A long soothing trail from my chest up to my neck. Her voice was light, airy and silken. I slipped my hands to her thigh, gripping. Her lips pressed against my neck and I groaned.

The feeling was all too familiar. As familiar as I was with the electrifying burst, I could never get used to it.

She combed her fingers through my hair and I groaned, sliding my hand up to cup her ass over her nightdress.

"Fuck, Fiore"

Her tongue ran over my ear and I pushed my sheathed cock against her core. Light and breathy whimpers escaped her lips, only feeding my dark hunger to bury her face in the sheets and fuck her senseless. Listen to her scream my name.

I trailed a finger up her thigh, her hip and waist. I cupped her breast and gripped her neck.

She couldn't hide the moans even if she wanted to. She pulled away to look at me, breathless and certainly begging.

"Ah...I slave off in the kitchen to make you a burger and I don't even get this? But please, don't stop on my account" I could hear the smirk in his voice as he walked into the room.

She pulled away and a bright smile on my face. One that made me ditzy and giddy.

I looked past her to find Gianni standing by the edge of the bed. His hair was messy and shaggy. His head was tilted to the side and he had that smirk on his face.

"You look like a bloody maniac" I grunted the words out with difficulty.

One that infuriated me -yet, I found it sexy as fuck.

"Oh, I do?"

I wanted him underneath me. It was almost hard not to think about his tight ass taking my cock, watching him groan out for me.

Would I like it as much as he seemed to when the tables 'turned'? Oh, he certainly enjoyed getting fucked. It wasn't rocket science.

"C'mere, Princess. Your movie is playing" Fiore ran a finger along my chest and I shivered, watching as she pulled away to latch unto Gianni, a stunning smile on her face.

Both of them were driving me insane.

Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I stared. He swept her up and she giggled, wiggling her fingers at me before they disappeared behind the door.

They were planning this together. Planning to make me miserable. They were getting there already.

After they left, I groaned and climbed out of bed, making my way to the bathroom.

I stripped, flinging my clothes off in sexual and mental frustration.

"I feel like I'm gonna fucking..." I trailed off, keeping the blue words to myself.

Trying to stare at myself in the mirror, I pulled the hair and out of my hair as my reflection stared back at me.

"Why am I overthinking this?" I still didn't know why. The door was pushed open and I sighed, turning to watch Fiore walk sleepily into the bathroom.

"You sure you don't want my help, baby?" Gianni called and I laughed, watching Wuraola stumble into the bathroom.

"I can pee by myself!" She rubbed her eyes with the insides of her wrist, dropping on the toilet seat without pulling her dress up.

She was sleeping.

Gianni followed and like he knew I was here, his eyes instantly fell on me. He smirked and walked towards me in calculated steps.

I knew how much I wanted him on his knees. He was probably thinking the same thing.

I gulped as his fingers trailed along the side of my face. He cupped my jaw and I struggled not to grip his waist and pull him close.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Antonino" he whispered so close to my lips and I pressed my palm to his chest.

"If it hurts, I'm gonna fucking skin you alive" I warned, my hand shook at the implication of my own words and felt his other hand stroke my cock.

"Fuck" I groaned, throwing my head back. The cold feeling of his hand circled around my dick, shook me to the core. I was barely aware of where I was or what sounds I was making. I was only aware of the feeling of being brought on the path of pleasure.

It started like fireworks, those energetic colorful sparks.

Maybe because it had been so long since we touched.

I could feel her lustful eyes, waiting for attention.

His fingers stroked my cock, gripping tight and firmly.

"Shit, Gianni" I whispered as his thumb ran over the tip of my

"You trust me, Tino?"

Of course, I did.

"No"

Now, it didn't feel like fireworks. It felt like bombs, going off sequentially with no intent to stop.

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