Your wish is our command

BELLA’s POV

I could care less about the blood drying on my skin, the bodies laying in the pool of their own blood just outside or the cold glass pressed against my chest as they took me against the glass window. 

My heart was heaving heavily in my chest as my fingers slid down the window, my lips parted in a slight moan.

This was twisted, so fucking twisted.

Because right now, all I cared about was the terrifying, intoxicating reality that I belonged to them. 

The horrendousfeelings I had tried so hard to fight had taken complete control, and I was done pretending otherwise.

It was during an intense argument with them a few days ago.

I knew I was wrong. So fucking wrong and that I was going to get punished for even speaking back to them.

But maybe that was exactly what I wanted.

And they did just that. They punished me. 

Domenico stepped up behind me, wrapping a heavy leather restraint around my waist and dragging me back down to the playroom.

They didn't hold back, they were brutal.

They pushed me past every limit I had left in an all-night marathon of total sensory surrender.

I hung from the leather harness, my head thrown back as hot candle wax dripped slowly onto my collarbone and bare breasts. 

The searing bite of the liquid heat made my skin flare crimson, instantly followed by the cool, heavy impact of a wooden paddle against my aching buttocks.

SLAP!

“Ah!” A breathless shriek tore from my throat as the sharp sting radiated through my thighs.

Before the pain could recede, Domenico clicked an electronic warming device directly over my clitoris, sending a sudden, intense pulse of targeted heat and heavy vibration straight into my core. 

My toes curled tight, my hips bucking wildly against the leather straps as the combination of burning wax, stinging impact, and electric warmth built something in the pit of my stomach.

Something I should have never liked.

Yet, I wanted more.

Alessandro and Domenico brought me to the brink of orgasms over and over, keeping me suspended on the edge for hours until my body was completely exhausted, drenched in sweat, and shivering under their dual control.

By the time the sun began to peek through the high basement windows, the emotional walls I had spent years building, the armor I had used to protect myself from the world, from my father… finally crumbled.

My body trembled as tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and unrestrained, as I looked up at Alessandro through blurred vision. “Please...” I sobbed, my voice raw and completely unraveled as I clung weakly to his shoulders. “Don't send me away... please, just keep me. Keep me with you!”

Alessandro’s dark eyes softened with an intense, burning devotion.

He reached out, unbuckling the harness and pulling my exhausted body flush against his chest, while Domenico wrapped his broad arms around both of us, resting his chin on my head.

“You’re ours, Bella.’’ Domenico murmured, his voice a low, binding promise against my ear. “You’re never leaving.”

After that, I never looked at them the same.

They weren’t my captive.

They were my saviors.

The ones God had sent to save me from my father.

I let out a loud gasp, my pussy clenching around Domenico as he gave one last thrust.

I shattered around him, tears slipping down my eyes as my legs trembled, my breath hitching in my throat at my own climax.

‘’You’re fucking perfect, Isabella.’’ Domenico murmured under his breath, his lips lingering in my neck as he pressed a kiss to me.

Alessandro’s hand collided with my butt. ‘’Go wash up, Bella.’’

I nodded, my legs wobbly as I walked up the stairs and straight for my room, my pussy juice slicking down my legs with every step.

After washing up, I walked back down and Alessandro and Domenico where nowhere to be found.

My eyes darted outside the window and the bodies, the blood… everywhere was squeaky clear.

My brow furrowed.

Even the window looked like they had been washed properly.

Chills ran down my spine.

I walked back up the stairs and walked to their study.

The heavy mahogany doors were slightly ajar.

As I approached, I heard the cold, calculated sound of Alessandro’s voice coming from inside.

“We hit Conti’s secondary compound at midnight,” Alessandro was saying, his tone cold and clinical. “We eliminate his security detail, take his head, and burn the estate to the ground. Nobody leaves that house breathing.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I pushed the door wide open and stepped into the room, my lips quivering.

Alessandro and Domenico snapped their heads up, their expressions instantly softening as they saw me standing in the doorway.

“Bella.’’ Domenico said gently, starting to rise from his chair. “You should be resting.”

“Don't kill him…” I whispered, my voice trembling as I stepped further into the room.

Alessandro’s brow furrowed. “Bella, he sold you out. He left you to die—”

“I know what he did!” I cried out, hot tears stinging my eyes as I looked between the two of them. “I hate him! I despise everything he stands for! But... he’s still my father. I don't want his blood on your hands. I don't want him dead.”

I swallowed hard, forcing my chin up as I took a deep, shaking breath.

“I just want him to suffer” I muttered, my dark eyes locking onto theirs with certainty dancing in them. “I want him stripped of everything he owns. I want him ruined, broke, and forced to live with the knowledge that his worthless, bastard daughter took everything from him.”

My body was trembling by the time I finished talking.

Alessandro and Domenico looked at each other. Then back at me, a smirk curving up their lips.

Their eyes burned with devotion, possessiveness and something else that had my pussy instantly leaking.

My breath caught.

“Your wish is our command.’’ they answered simultaneously.