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skirt that clung to my damp skin in long strips that had turned completely transparent.
    The fabric peeled away at his insistence, but I kept my legs pressed together, shielding a more intimate view. Behind me, I felt the flex of Franco's muscles and the rub of his erection against my unguarded spine.
    "Maybe you think he's unworthy, maybe his desire offends you?"
    I tried to shake my head again. The man on his knees in front of me was a demi-god, all tanned muscle, smooth and hairless with a light sheen to the dark gold skin. His eyes were bottomless pools. But I couldn't do what they were asking.
    The weight of Franco at my back vanished. He stepped past me and ordered his brother onto his hands and knees then made him crawl a few feet beyond the end of the divan so that I could see all of him.
    "Strip and face the wall," Franco coldly ordered as he removed his own war skirt.
    Benito complied, the change in position giving me a side view of his body. His cock was hard, its length and girth stirring fresh anxiety inside me. The tension pounding through me doubled again when Franco rolled his skirt with its viciously studded strips of leather facing outward into an impromptu flogger.
    I whimpered in protest as Franco drew his arm behind him then whimpered again when the leather and steel smacked hard against Benito's broad shoulders. He grunted, the sound his only acknowledgement of pain, and then his cock swelled a little bigger.
    Franco's head swiveled slowly in my direction. "Will you still deny him, bella? "
    Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Would the blows continue until I relented or fled?
    I looked at the door we had entered through. It was shut, made of cast iron, heavier than me and with its bolt slid through the catch.
    Another smack of leather and steel against muscle and weathered skin yanked my focus back to the brothers. This time, Benito bore the pain without protest. His cock looked like it had grown again and his testicles hung big and low. A third blow landed and pre-cum began to drip from the head.
    "Stop," I whispered. Horror gripped me, horror at the brutality, horror at the pleasure both brothers took in the act and, most of all, horror at how much wetter I had become while watching.
    "Make me, bella ," Franco demanded. He walked to the foot of the bench then called Benito to heel. "Open your legs and let him taste you or go hide in your room. But if you stay here all locked up and hiding from your desires, I'll beat him bloody."
    Slowly my legs parted, my entire body shaking with some unnamable need. I no longer thought of Parisi or the men waiting in the alcoves. Even Franco with his harsh words was little more than a shadow in the room. My reality had collapsed down to me and Benito, the strong, bullish man who had subjugated himself for the chance to touch me. Up came his big hands, wrapping around the underside of my knees and resolutely dragging me toward him until my ass perched at the edge of the seat.
    I couldn't breathe. My vision grayed at the edges. I felt like my whole body was whipping up and down in the effort to drag in the tiniest volume of air. Franco slid in behind me once more. I heard the rip of one of the foil packets and the rub of him putting the condom on. Then his hands secured my shoulders and he brought me to lean against his broad chest as Benito took his first lick, the metal balls that capped his nose ring moving up and down my clit with his tongue.
    Gods! My spine curved sharply, my hips lifted. Benito's hands pressed hard against the top of my thighs to keep me in place.
    "Bring the jars," Franco said. Shadows on two legs peeled away from the dark recesses of the alcoves. The two men that stepped into the circle of light, neither of them Parisi, were older than the brothers but solidly in their masculine prime. Each carried a jar with a wide open top and a linen cloth. They dipped their fingers in then started to stroke at my flesh as Benito groaned with his mouth against my