Sophia startled when Tristan drew her thong to one side, his lips closing around her clit, sucking it roughly. He was a dominant lover, one who would take, claim, make demands.

She responded to it in ways she wasn’t used to, but enjoyed just the same.

Her hand gripped Tristan’s hair tightly. If she was hurting him, he gave no indication. Instead, he continued to play with her, using his teeth and tongue to drive her arousal higher.

She was grateful for James’s support. Without him, she would have fallen, her legs giving way under their relentless, beautiful sensual assault.

Sophia loved this feeling of being completely desired, worshipped. Perhaps too many years being referred to as the principessa had worked their way into her subconscious, given her delusions of grandeur.

Tristan lifted her leg higher, his breath hot against her core. James tightened his hold on her.

“I’ve got you, Princess,” James murmured in her ear. His fingers found her nipples and he squeezed them, the lace adding to the sensation. “Give yourself over to us.”

That was the easiest request in the world—and maybe the hardest. Sophia wasn’t used to bending her will to anyone, and while there was no denying Tristan and James were accomplished lovers who would give her endless pleasure, handing over all the control left her feeling vulnerable.

Her fingers pressed against Tristan’s head in an attempt to pull him even closer, to direct his movements.

She should have known better.

Her knight may have played the game by her rules on the plane, but tonight, everything had changed.

He shifted back onto his heels, causing her to lose her grip. When he looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust and need, she shivered.

“We’re moving to the bedroom,” Tristan said, his tone making it clear that was not up for discussion or debate.

James appeared to agree, as he turned her, guiding her down the corridor to her bedroom with a supportive arm at her waist. She could hear Tristan’s heavy footsteps behind them.

She’d changed into the lingerie, intent on seducing them. Now she was nearly naked, while her husbands were both fully dressed. Once again, that tiny thread of vulnerability had her hesitating.

None of them bothered to turn on the lights when they reached her room. A bright, full moon ensured the room was bathed in a soft white light that allowed them to see everything.

“Lay on the bed, Sophia,” Tristan said. “On your back. In the center.”

She paused for only a moment, just long enough to let Tristan know she wouldn’t blindly follow his commands. Rather, she would consider them, then make her own decision about whether or not to obey.

He raised one eyebrow at her delay and James chuckled.

“Sex shouldn’t be a game of chess,” he said. “Lay down, love. And Tristan, ease up on the alpha-male routine.”

Both Sophia and Tristan laughed. While James wasn’t lacking the alpha gene either, he always found a way to defuse the tension before it evolved into something too big.

Sophia slid the sheer robe off her shoulders, then climbed onto the bed. Half her breasts were visible from the demi-cups. James knelt next to her on the bed, tugging her thong off, leaving her naked from the waist down.

Neither man bothered to hide their perusal of her body. She parted her legs, enhancing the view. She was hot and ready and perilously close to begging, something she suspected she would be doing quite a lot of before the night was over.

Tristan didn’t appear to be in any hurry to move them to the next part.

She lifted her hand, gesturing to their clothing. “Undress.”

James didn’t hesitate for a moment, his hands moving to undo the top button of his dress shirt. He didn’t manage to pop more than one before Tristan covered his hand, halting his actions.

Sophia frowned—until Tristan stepped closer to their husband and took over the task of unbuttoning James’s shirt. He tugged the shirttail from his pants before unfastening the last two, then he left the shirt open, hanging off James’s large shoulders. When he was finished, he leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on James’s lips. It was more brush than touch, but it turned Sophia on more than if she’d received the kiss herself.

Sophia rose up, resting her weight on her elbows as she watched James return the favor, unbuttoning Tristan’s shirt. When he finished, they both turned to face her. She twisted to her side, holding herself up on one elbow as her other hand slid slowly along her hip before moving inward.

She lightly toyed with her clit as she studied their bare chests. Both men appeared to be chiseled from marble, and she was reminded of the statue in her father’s garden all those years ago.

Tristan watched her play with herself as James stepped behind their knight, pulling his shirt off and dropping it on the floor. Then he reached around and unfastened Tristan’s pants before tugging them and his briefs over his hips and letting them fall as well.

Tristan kicked them off along with his shoes, then stepped to stand beside James again.

Sophia watched it all, stroking her clit harder before letting her fingers slide lower. Dipping two inside, she groaned with relief. She was on fire and hurting.

James stepped back to the bed, gripping her wrist firmly and pulling it toward him. She struggled briefly, but her strength was no match for his. When he took her two wet fingers into his mouth, sucking off her juices, her pussy clenched.

“Merda,” she gasped, her body aching with need. “Per favore.”

And there it was—the begging. That hadn’t taken long at all.

“That pretty pussy is ours,” James murmured as he replaced her fingers with two of his. Her hips jerked toward him, seeking out more stimulation, preferring his thick digits to her own. He filled her deliciously.

Even so…she wanted more.

“James,” she whispered, trying desperately to move against him. “Di più.”

“I do like to hear you beg in Italian, Princess.”

“Take off your pants.”

She glanced over his shoulder, searching for Tristan. He had moved to the foot of the bed, clearly seeking to see them better.

He had something in his hands, but she couldn’t make out what it was. Until he crossed to the opposite side of the bed.

Tristan had found one of her scarves somewhere. She opened her mouth to question him about it until James, who’d been moving his fingers inside her frustratingly slow, decided to curl them, his fingertips finding her G-spot.

“Ancora una volta!” Again. She wanted more.

She was trembling, so very close to coming when Tristan grasped her arms, tugging them above her head. He looped her scarf around her wrists, tying them securely together before slipping the end around a slat in her headboard. There was some slack in the bondage so she could bend her arms slightly, though not much.

“Tristan,” she whispered.

“Ours,” he said, his voice deep and sure.

James withdrew his fingers, drawing even more Italian curses from her. Though neither man was fluent in the language, they were adept at reading her tone, inferring the meaning behind her words simply by the way she said them.

“Take off your pants, James,” Tristan said, his gaze sliding over James’s bare chest. Sophia recognized the appreciation she saw there because she felt the same.

James stripped off his pants, boxers, and shoes, then stood next to the bed, facing Tristan. If Sophia weren’t on the verge of exploding into a million pieces, she’d probably find the interplay between her lovers interesting. Both had dominant tendencies, yet James seemed content to let Tristan call the shots tonight. She wondered if he’d always be so willing to do so or if he would take control of the reins the next time.

Sophia twisted, trying to free herself from the bindings.

“Sophia,” Tristan warned.

She shook her head like a recalcitrant child. “Touch me or let me do it myself. This is agony.”

James lay down next to her and ran his hand along her chest, his fingers stroking through the valley of her breasts. The bra still there, in the way. At least, it was.

James reached into the cups and pulled her breasts out, over the demi-cups, then bent his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.

While she enjoyed the sensation, they’d pushed her too close to the brink. She needed one of them inside her. Now.

Tristan chuckled, and she realized she’d spoken her thoughts aloud.

“You need to learn patience, Princess.”

She narrowed her eyes at her sexy knight and opened her mouth to tell him exactly what she thought of his advice.

However, James—ever the peacemaker—kissed her deeply, thoroughly. He managed to distract her enough that she hadn’t noticed Tristan climbing onto the bed. That fact changed when he parted her legs and gave her a much more intimate kiss than the one she’d just engaged in with James.

He drove his tongue inside her as he played with her clit with his thumbs. James continued to kiss her, his hands cupping her breasts, pinching the nipples.

It was overwhelming and perfect.

Sophia splintered, shattered, screamed, but neither man ceased. They kept up their delicious torment until she came again.

“Troppo.” It was too much, yet still not enough.

Tristan rose as her second climax started to fade.

“Come inside me,” she whispered.

Tristan glanced at James, who lifted his head from her breasts and smiled.

“Do you want us to take turns?” James asked. “Or take you together?”

Sophia’s breathing was still labored and she felt lightheaded, dizzy. His question didn’t help either situation.

Both men were well-endowed, large. The idea of being so completely taken was heady, exciting.

“Together,” she whispered. “Sempre.” Always.

She gestured with her head to the nightstand since her hands were still bound. “There.”

James followed her lead, opening the drawer and finding a tube of lubrication. She wasn’t a stranger to anal play, but in the past, it had always been a finger or two or a toy. Never more.

Tristan gripped her hips, lifting and turning her to her stomach. He pressed her head down while leaving her ass higher. Sophia parted her legs.

He’d tied her well, made certain to bind her in such a way that he could move her into any position they desired.

She shivered when his hand stroked her bare ass. Then she jerked as he lifted that same hand and brought it down roughly. The sound of the spank caused her reaction, more than any real pain. It was a quick sting, followed by heat.

“Again,” she urged.

Tristan spanked her once more, then she felt James’s hand on her ass, rubbing it.

Tristan reached lower, driving two fingers inside her, and she cried out, her body still humming from her previous orgasms.

She arched her back, pushing toward his fingers, but that motion stopped when she felt James’s finger at her ass. He’d coated it with the lube, and she stilled as he slowly pushed into the tight passage.

“Breathe,” she heard Tristan murmur. That was easy for him to say. They’d robbed her of the ability, their fingers finding and stroking places inside her she didn’t know existed.

James took his time as he prepared her ass, adding more lube, stretching it with one finger, then two, then—God help her—three.

Through it all, Tristan paid attention to the rest of her, his hands gliding over her body, leaving very few places untouched.

Tonight, she was the temple where they worshiped. It was glorious.

When James pulled his fingers free, Tristan reached above her head and released the ties on her wrists.

She lowered her arms slowly, marveling over the way she missed the bindings, the feeling of helplessness, of being their captive.

Tristan lay on his back next to her. “Climb on top of me, love.”

Sophia moved without a second’s hesitation. This was the moment she’d been waiting for, begging for. Straddling his hips, she reached for his cock, running her hand along the erect flesh several times before placing the head at her opening.

Tristan’s hands were on her hips, but for the first time tonight, he gave the control back to her.

She slid down slowly, taking him in inch by thick inch. This time it was her turn to remind him to breathe.

Once he was seated to the hilt, she ran her fingers over his muscular chest, giving herself the time to adjust to him.

James knelt next to her and he surprised her when he reached down to where she and Tristan were joined and cupped their lover’s balls.

His touch caught Tristan unaware too and he jerked, the quick, hard response pushing his cock even deeper inside of her. They groaned in unison.

James squeezed Tristan’s balls again as he ran his thumb along the slit between her ass cheeks.

He was a big man with large hands, and she liked how he put them to good use.

“Ride him, Sophia,” James urged. “Get him close, but don’t let him come. Something tells me once I get inside you, this whole thing will be over fast. I’m already on the brink just from watching you two.”

Sophia lifted up, then dropped back down. She started slowly, but soon finesse gave way to something almost animalistic.

She was on the verge of coming when James gripped her shoulders, holding her still.

Tristan tightened his grip on her hips, his cock buried deep.

“Come here, Princess,” Tristan urged. “Kiss me.”

She leaned forward, her lips finding his as she showed him with her kiss how much this night meant to her.

The kiss ended with a gasp when James shifted, moving behind her, his hands parting her ass.

Sophia rested her forehead against Tristan’s chest, her breathing growing erratic when the head of James’s cock touched her ass.

“Are you sure, Sophia?” James asked.

She nodded.

“Say yes, love. He needs to hear you say it.”

“Si,” she replied breathlessly. “Yes.”

Time seemed to stand still for them as James slowly slid in.

Neither she nor Tristan moved.

“Okay?” he asked when he was fully lodged.

“So okay,” she said, prompting a chuckle from Tristan.

He cupped her face and, in that moment, Sophia—the principessa, the woman who’d grown up surrounded by admirers—had never felt more adored.

The three of them moved slowly at first, working to find a rhythm. As seemed to be the way, it didn’t take them long to find it.

Everything between them simply clicked together.

Sophia was the first to go over, her back arching into James as she came. Her inner muscles clenched and both men followed her over the cliff.

James fell to their sides as Sophia collapsed on Tristan, whose hands stroked up and down her back.

“How do you say amazing in Italian?” Tristan murmured.

“Sensazionale.”

“Bloody brilliant is what it was,” James said.

Sophia laughed lightly, her eyes slowly drifting closed as Tristan continued his gentle caressing.

“Bloody brilliant,” she repeated as she gave in to sleep.