Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 170

Mason

We’ve let Isla sleep through most of the day. She insisted on being the one to get up with the children throughout the night but clearly, she needed the rest now. Nico and I are busy in the kitchen making her a nice dinner when she lazily walks in. Hair a mess, mid yawn in her pajamas and she still looks beautiful. I still find it hard to believe that she’s mine, or really ours. The idea of sharing her with Nico now seems completely normal. It’s comforting even to know she has twice the protection in this life we lead and twice the amount of love. She deserves all the love in this world. I watch as Nico

sets down a spoon and picks her up, placing her on the counter before giving her a soft chaste kiss and she holds him against her chest while smiling at me.

“Good afternoon, sleepy head. Are you feeling better now?”

“I am, and it seems I woke up at the perfect time. It smells amazing in here.” She sighs happily, letting Nico go so he can

get back to the sauce before it burns.

We eat dinner outside around the firepit, and I can’t help the overwhelming feelings that are inside my chest. This is it. This is exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life, right here with these two people, just like this. This is my family. I just can’t wait to make it official. As soon as all this bullshit with Pedro is over, it’s happening, the plan is already set in

place.

Jose and his men arrived not long after we finished dinner. While Isla retreated to our oom, complaining she was severally underdressed, Nico and I sat with them around the kitchen island as they ate and discussed how the process of getting each child back to their parents was going. Apparently, there’s a lot of families who swear they’re now in our debt.

It was somewhat of a funny feeling to know we had done something good. It wasn’t often we were doing these big, grand, amazing things. Usually, we were causing death and destruction, but not today, no, tonight children were going home to

families who thought they would never see them again. I smile as I picture their little faces as they played with me. I imagine their smiles as they see their parents again and that alone fills me with a sense of pride. After everyone has eaten,

we show them to their rooms for the night and retire to our own.

Nico and I walk hand in hand down the hallway until we reach our room and the scene that greets us is fucking beautiful.

Isla stands just before the bed in a white lacey, see through baby doll with a riding crop in her hand.

“Strip and submit, boys.” She says, slapping her hand once with the crop. Nico and I scramble to remove our clothing, throwing it off to the floor before we both kneel down, knees spread, back straight and head lowered.

“I would have loved to of gone to the playroom tonight, but considering we have guests, we don’t want them hearing how absolutely filthy and fucked you two are. Now do we?”

“No, Miss Isla.” We say together.

“Good. So we’re going to have to be quiet. Do you think you two can manage that?”

“Yes, Miss Isla.”

“Now. My little slut.” She turns to Nico. “You tried to keep something from me. You hurt my feelings. I think for that, you deserve to be punished.” Out of the corner of my eye I catch him smirk before there’s a loud whack as the crop is brought down on his inner thigh and his cock twitches with appreciation for the pain.

“I asked you a question, slut.”

“Yes, Miss Isla, Punish me, please.”

I’ll admit, I love seeing Nico like this. From his usually dominant figure to a real submissive to our girl, asking and pleading for the pain. It’s fucking erotic.

“Good. Both of you on your feet. Baby, chain slut up to the bed.” My eyes follow Nico as he crawls onto the bed, laying down on his back and spreading his arms and legs to the corners where I can see Isla has set up some sort of system that leads underneath the mattress. I grab the black leather padded cuff at the end of the bed and secure it around his ankle, moving around the bed until he is completely secured. He tests the sturdiness with a rough tug that does nothing, and he smirks again.

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