I Don't Want To Fight It Anymore
Chapter 289: I Don't Want To Fight It Anymore
Adriano
A snowball fight of sorts broke free as Camilla's laughter filled the air, ducking and maneuvering until we were one massive catastrophe and until Gregorio, Domenico and I decided to take it a step further. As Domenico and I tried to catch and hold her in place, Gregorio collected the nearly full bag of flour in his arms but she quickly caught onto our revenge plans with a struggle.
"If you assholes even think about it." She warned while continuing her attempts at escaping but she was wedged between two men who were both nearly a foot taller than her.
It took a few seconds for Gregorio to open the bag wide open and then hoist it over his shoulder to set things in motion but as Camilla suddenly started shouting about her precious gingerbread cookies she planned to decorate to look like each one of us, I just know one of them had to have broken in two during our flour battle. Gregorio turned to look at the tray and Domenico and I both let go of an arm to see, however as I did a quick glance over each gingerbread cookie, I found them all in perfect shape and a cracking Camilla already sprinting off down the hall.
I swear I heard her say something about men being gullible and their dicks making them act like headless chicken. Oh, she is getting punished for that one day, right now, I am more interested in catching her first. Darting down the hallway with Domenico and Gregorio hot on my heels, I catch a glance of her hair just as she enters the first door on our right, looking for somewhere to hide and finding something so much more than that. I come to a stop just behind her as she abruptly freezes at the entrance, her laughter having died off into what seemed like a mixture of confusion and surprise.
Encouraging her to take a step in, I watched her beautiful eyes take it all in, the marble flooring, the windows that stretched to reach the vaulted ceiling, shaping into a dome with flowy white curtains currently drawn to the side. She continues to explore in silence as her hand brushes over the small lounging area and the stocked mini fridge with her favorite drink. The part she was most hesitant to walk over to was the grand piano in the center of the room, a delicate chandelier hanging overhead. Tentatively reaching out as though it would all disappear, she then turned to us. The three men who want nothing more than to see her happy.
"Merry Christmas, darling." Domenico said at my side, watching her just as intently as I do.
I knew she was at a loss for words and feared what all this meant because if anybody knew her, they would know she would overthink her way into a pit of her own creation if we let her.
"We know you are going stir crazy in this house, Camilla. Everything that has gone wrong in your life has been our fault and if we were going to make you stay here, you deserve at the very least to have something you love." I said, it was the surprise we had meant to reveal tomorrow on Christmas morning.
We had planned to blindfold her and guide her to the middle of the room, Domenico having arranged a massive golden bow with purple accents to be delivered so we could place it on top of the piano for her. None of us really knew how to decorate for Christmas but Nancy may or may not have given us some insight to help make the holidays a little more normal for My Always.
"It is…" she began before trailing off at a loss for words.
My heart began to drop as I saw her draw her bottom lip between her teeth, a nervous tell of hers. I waited for her to tell us it was too much or that she didn't want this. I could feel it bubbling up inside of her, the feeling of wanting to let us down easy despite finding herself uncomfortable with all of this and I hated that. An unknown emotion clawed its way up my throat until it caused my entire body to stiffen, the sensation of guilt not one I experienced frequently.
In my world, you can't afford it but here I was, sweat beading above my brows, the flour beginning to stick to the back of my neck.
"I don't want to fight it anymore." She mumbled.
I thought it had been a trick of my imagination, my greatest hopes becoming so big that they began playing games in my mind. But she was there, her hair tousled, speckled in flour and her cheeks a gentle pink.
"Camilla," I growled but she only took a step closer to us all.
That was it, our girl is back.
*****
Camilla POV.
It felt right, the way their eyes took in mine, the way our hearts could finally beat in tandem without the suffocating pressure of our traumas. I am back.
My feet moved of their own accord, drawing me into them as they met me halfway. I couldn't even get a step in before Domenico's body molded itself into mine, my hips finding themselves pinned against the piano's slick frame. The upwards angle of my chin aligned just right as our mouths clashed in a frantic ascent, two hands sliding beneath my ass to lift me into him.
"Camilla," he groaned on a shallow breath, my answering whimper nearly sending him to knees. My arms glide over his shoulders and back as though I couldn't help but take in every inch possible.
"Please," the word slipped from my mouth while my skin begged to be pressed against his, nothing separating us but the confines of our bodies.
"Please," I whimper again before I feel myself lifting away from the piano and towards the door.
Gregorio and Adriano followed, their eyes never straying from my form. I was taken up the stairs and was surprisingly led into my room, hearing a door shut behind us before I was being tossed off Domenico. My body bounced once as my ass hit the bed. My body screamed in rejection as it begged to feel their tough one again but stilled at the sight of the three large men standing in front of me, each baring their word on their expression.
Adriano was in the middle, shaking fists clenched at his sides as though the temptation to have them on me was much too strong. It was the only tell of his otherwise powerful demeanor, a mirage of calm painted over his face. He was like a predator who was second from feasting upon his prey, making me feel even smaller beneath his gaze. To his right stood Gregorio, a look of both relief and desire showing across his flour dusted cheeks. I watched as his head tilted slightly to the side, a possessive act that had heat pooling deep at my center. He always knew this was where things would lead.
Gregorio had possessed the most patience out of all of them during my return and now that we were all here, he looked like a man ready to reap the rewards of his confident diligence. As my eyes traveled to the last of my men, the one who had been the very first to find me in that cramped tension-filled storage closet some weeks ago, we had come full circle. The four of us. The hatred, the mistake, the pain, the anger and the anger of being torn from each other. None of that matters anymore.
Here, in this room, it was simply the reunion of four souls tethering back into one. Making the first move as I slowly unwound the elastic band from around my hair, allowing the strands of my bun to fall in a tangled mess around my shoulders. Everything else just fell naturally into place. My heart thrashed in excitement at the sight of all three men pulling at their belts, leaving them undone before tugging their shirts off in one swift move. I had forgotten what it felt like to have this much dominance circling me, watching me. I had forgotten how much I had missed it in the earlier mouths at The Safe.
"Camilla," a deep, gravelly voice pulled me back to them. Adriano's dark eyes pinned on mine.
"Undress," he ordered.
I blink stupidly at his order, my brain clearly needing more time to process this perfect reality than theirs.
"Princess, if you don't start stripping, I am going to get mad at the useless materials for covering what is mine. And for now, I am trying to play it nice."
My eyes widened at the explanation, my body kicked into gear of me shucking off the flour coveted shirt and my sweatpants. A smile escapes at the sound of their groans, the knowledge I hadn't even bothered to put on underwear this morning having an unintended yet un-regrettable effect.
Gregorio bit his fist as though this revelation pained him and my answering smirk pushed them over the edge.
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