Cold Men

Sorry for the late night post!

It's been a very busy day, but I wanted to make sure you all got your Monday update.

I hope you enjoy!

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Upstairs in one of the many guestrooms, the small girl slept peacefully curled in an expensive duvet.

Dante had wanted to put her in her room, but Theodore and Alexander had disagreed.

They wanted Enid to be completely awake when she first saw it.

Hours of designing and planning had gone into the room that would soon hold their little darling.

Dante smiled as he thought back to their discussion at dinner.

He had nearly choked on his dinner when she had asked about "daddy."

Theodore had recovered the quickest out of the three of them and had smoothly explained that "daddy" was a title often given to the dominant party in BDSM relationships.

When she asked if that applied to them, even Theodore had struggled to respond.

"We'll discuss that when we go over the rules and such later, principessa." He had managed to say.

The girl's innocence was going to be the death of him.

After she had asked her list of less surprising questions, Theodore had asked her one in return.

"Do you want to see what your punishments will sometimes be like, little one?"

She nodded, ever eager to learn.

Right there in the kitchen, Theodore had pulled her over his knee.

She had gasped at the sudden movement, her eyes widening to the size of saucers.

It was such a vulnerable position, her stomach pressed against his strong thighs.

Her bottom in the air, swaying slightly from side to side.

They talked her through their actions, keeping her calm and aware of what was going on.

"Is it alright if I slip down your jeans, little bird?" Dante asked, his eyes searching hers for a response.

Enid had flushed a delicious dark red and she shakily nodded.

He smoothly unzipped them and pulled the denim down to where her knees rested on the tile floor.

"Were you ever spanked as a child, angel?" Alexander asked, tucking one of her wayward curls behind her ear.

She nodded quickly in denial.

Her father and Fiona had never been fans of punishments.

She liked to think she had been a pretty well-behaved child, too.

Still, this situation felt nothing like being a reprimanded toddler.

There was nothing paternal in the way that Theodore's fingers trailed the edge of her panties before his hand drew back and came down upon her bottom with a firm slap.

Enid lurched forward, a gasp leaving her parted lips in surprise.

Dante dipped down and pressed a cheek to the reddening skin before he, too, sent his hand flying against her rear.

Alexander had rubbed softly at the skin, his touch affectionate.

She was surprised to find his palm the harshest.

Her blush darkened further at the experience.

She felt embarrassed, slightly confused.

Emotions she had expected.

However, what she had not expected was the arousal that had wound within her the moment Theodore's large hand had come down upon her.

The feeling of their massive, warm hands on her diaphanous skin sent molten lust to the apex of her thighs.

She felt lewd, sordid.

Her pale pink panties damp by the time the lesson was over.

The men had studied her carefully afterward, making sure she was okay.

She had bit her lip when Dante had asked if it had been too unpleasurable.

Because the truth was, she had liked it.

She had liked it a lot.

Mortified by her dirty thoughts, Enid had sought refuge within the library once more.

Claiming she had more research to do.

Alexander had found her an hour later, curled up asleep in the large armchair.

Her book fallen to the floor.

The three had stood for a moment, simply enjoying the sight.

Her rosy curls falling messily around her, her small nose twitching slightly as she dreamt.

The warm tones of the fire casting a beautiful glow on her delicate skin.

Their love safely asleep in their estate.

It was all Dante had ever wanted.

He was jerked from his thoughts as the door to the sitting room shut.

Alexander had returned from carrying her upstairs and was now standing at the cart in the corner, pouring himself a glass of scotch.

"Tell us everything about the call this morning." The blond man's expression serious as he took a seat in one of the chairs.

Theodore's unusually wary posture straightening as the two men looked to him.

"It was Graham. Flynt is coming back to America. He just booked a ticket and is arriving in Boston tomorrow." The austere man sighed, raking his hand through his dark tresses.

Dante's fist clenched so tightly that he nearly broke the crystal glass in his hand.

"I thought he was told to stay in Europe." He spoke through gritted teeth.

Theodore stood from his seat and walked to the fireplace, placing his hands on the mantle.

"I have a feeling we all know why he's returning." His answer grim.

"No." Alexander said, his tone a mix of anger and disbelief, "There's no way he knows about her."

Dante nodded in agreement.

"How would he have found out?" His Italian accent thickening in vexation.

"I don't know. But the timing cannot be a coincidence." Theodore's voice was dark.

"What's the plan?" Alexander asked, his once full glass now drained.

"Keeping her safe is obviously the number one priority. Since she has demanded time before moving in here, we need to put security measures in place at her dorm room for this week." Theodore said, his mind already combing through the possibilities.

Cameras, security codes, 24-hour guards.

"We obviously will have a tracker on Flint." Dante's fingers already flying across his phone.

Alexander stared off into the distance for a moment before his eyebrows furrowed.

"Why don't we just get rid of him like we've been wanting all along?" His question was solemn, firm.

Both men paused and turned to look at him.

"Alex, you know why. The Romano and the Flynt family's hatred for each other goes back for generations. Don't you remember my grandfather telling us about how there was nearly a third World War the last time the Romanos killed a Flynt descendent?" Dante rubbed the tensed skin between his dark brows.

Alexander glared at his words, standing from his chair as he set down his glass on the oak table.

"I would start a hundred wars if that was what it took to keep her safe." He stated, stepping irately toward the other man.

Dante practically growled in response, standing as well.

"You know I would do the same." His response barely understandable in his angry Italian quip.

"Well, it's your heritage that is at fault here." The angelic man spoke, his arms reaching up to shove the dark-haired man backward.

Dante laughed darkly in response, steadying himself with the back of a chair.

His emerald eyes wild with wrath.

"We all have enemies, music boy. Some we brought individually and some we gained as a group. You are just as much a danger to her as I am. No matter how sweet and golden you want to paint yourself to be for her." His words an attack more vicious than a hit.

Alexander's cheeks flushed in anger.

"Stop." Theodore stepped between them; his patience thin.

"We have too much to handle to be wasting time fighting. Dante is right, we all put Enid's safety at risk. So, let's make sure there's no way in hell anything can happen to her." His impassive blue eyes glancing back and forth between the two men.

Alexander nodded and grumbled an apology.

The Italian man rolled his eyes and began to walk toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Theodore called, exasperated.

Dante paused beside the door, unlocking the ornate armoire to the left of the door.

He pulled out one of the various guns stored within and tucked it into his waistband before pulling on a dark coat.

"I'm going to find out where the stronzo will be staying during his little vacation." His smirk wicked as he spun and disappeared down the hall.

Upstairs and completely unaware, Enid sleepily turned onto her other side.

Snuggling into the soft pillow, she fell quickly back into her dreams.

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All my love, Sappho ☽