Chapter 118
Aria’s POV
The room felt too small.
Too hot.
I could barely breathe.
They were so close.
Their bodies, their eyes, their touch – it was like they were weaving a net around me, pulling me tighter and tighter until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began.
Enzo’s fingers brushed my jaw again, light and slow.
The heat of his skin against mine made my knees wobble.
I wanted to lean in.
I wanted to run.
I didn’t know which need was stronger.
Dante’s chest pressed a little firmer against my back, not enough to trap me, but enough to make sure I felt him. Every inch of him. Solid, strong, a quiet promise that he would catch me if I fell.
Matteo’s hand was still playing with the hem of my sweater, the tips of his fingers teasing the bare skin just above my jeans.
Tiny little touches.
Barely there.
But every nerve in my body screamed for more.
I shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold.
It was from them.
Enzo leaned in closer.
His breath kissed my cheek.
Warm. Sharp. A little wild.
“You don’t have to be afraid of us, Aria,” he whispered, his voice rough like gravel but soft at the same time, like it was mean nly for me.
His thumb traced my bottom lip, slow, almost lazy, but there was nothing lazy about the way his eyes burned into me.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so loud it filled my ears.
I could smell him
—
spicy and clean, like soap and something darker underneath.
It made my head spin.
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Dante’s hands slid down my sides, feather–light, barely touching, but enough to make my stomach flip.
Enough to make my thighs press together without thinking.
Matteo stepped even closer, boxing me in.
I could feel the heat of his body, the steady beat of his heart, like a drum against my
He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
Simple.
skin.
Sweet.
Deadly.
I sucked in a shaky breath.
Their scents, their heat, their touches it was too much.
It was everything.
“Let us show you,” Matteo said, his voice deep and slow, like warm honey.
He ran his knuckles down the side of my neck, and my whole body arched toward him like he was gravity.
“You don’t have to fight it,” Dante murmured against my ear.
His lips didn’t touch me but it felt like they did.
It felt like he was kissing every part of me without ever moving.
I closed my eyes, my head spinning.
I could feel every inch of my body screaming awake.
The way my nipples tightened under the soft sweater.
The way heat pooled low in my belly, spreading down my legs.
The way my breath caught in my throat, too shallow, too fast.
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Matteo’s fingers slid lower, slipping just under the waistband of my jeans, bold and slow, like he had all the time in the world to touch me. His skin was warm against mine, and the simple brush of his knuckles sent a shiver racing up my spine. My breath caught a small, broken sound that escaped without permission – and before I could feel embarrassed, I felt Dante’s low chuckle against my back, deep and rough, making my knees tremble. His hands, moved up my sides, slow and firm, fingers dragging over my ribs, barely brushing the sides of my breasts. Not enough to satisfy. Just enough to make me ache for more. My nipples hardened painfully under the soft fabric of my sweater, and it down hard on my bottom lip, trying to keep quiet.
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But Enzo noticed. Of course he did. His hand cupped my chin, strong but gentle, tilting my face up until my eyes locked with his. His gaze was dark, dangerous, almost soft. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, back and forth, slow and teasing, before pressing just enough that I had to open my mouth for him. A soft gasp left mé. His thumb slid just barely inside, resting against my tongue, and heat rushed through my whole body. A rough sound rumbled in Enzo’s chest, deep and hungry, like I had just given him something he had been starving for.
