Chapter 120
Aria’s POV
The second the word yes falls from my mouth, everything changes.
The air turns heavy, Hot.
It presses against my skin like a second body, sticky and alive.
Enzo grabs the back of my neck – rough, firm and tilts my head up. His fingers dig into the sides of my throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who’s in control.
His eyes blaze down at me. Dark, Wild, Starving.
Before I can even take a breath, his mouth crashes onto mine.
It isn’t a kiss.
It’s punishment.
It’s a claiming.
His tongue pushes into my mouth, greedy and demanding, tasting me like he owns me.
I whimper against him, trying to keep up, but he doesn’t let me.
He devours me.
I feel hands on me – everywhere at once.
Large, rough hands. Touching, groping, grabbing like they can’t get enough.
Dante’s fingers pinch my nipple through my sweater, squeezing hard, twisting just enough to make me gasp into Enzo’s mouth.
Matteo’s hands roam down my hips, gripping, pulling, exploring every inch like he’s memorizing my body.
Someone I don’t know who anymore – pushes a thigh between my legs, grinding up against my core.
I cry out into the kiss, my hips moving on their own, seeking friction, desperate and helpless.
They don’t slow down.
If anything, they get rougher.
Matteo yanks my sweater up without warning. The fabric drags against my skin, scratching lightly, and then cool air rushes in, making me
shiver.
My nipples pebble instantly, aching for touch.
Before I can cover myself, Dante grabs my wrists, pinning them behind my back with one hand – big and hot and unmovable.
His breath is hot on my ear.
“Stay still, bella,‘ he growls, voice rough like gravel. “Good girls don’t fight.”
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whimper, nodding without thinking.
Teeth scrape down my stomach Matteo’s mouth.
He licks, bites, sucks little bruises into my skin as he goes lower, dragging his tongue over every inch he exposes.
Each mark burns, aches, stamps me with his possession.
They strip me slow. So slow it’s torture.
Enzo breaks the kiss to yank my jeans open, fingers rough and clumsy with hunger.
He peels them down my legs inch by agonizing inch, leaving my panties soaked and sticky between my thighs.
I feel bare. Exposed. Worshiped.
Matteo kneels in front of me. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing them open without asking, like he has every right.
He presses his face against my panties, breathing deep, his nose rubbing against my soaked heat.
“You smell like fucking heaven,” he mutters against me, voice thick with need.
I cry out, my head falling back against Enzo’s chest.
Dante’s hand slides between my legs from behind, rough fingers pushing the soaked fabric aside.
Two thick fingers thrust into me without warning, stretching me so wide, so deep, I sob.
“Shhh, baby,” Dante whispers against my ear. “You can take it. You’re made for this.”
Matteo’s tongue flicks over my clit, lazy and slow at first, just teasing, driving me insane.
Enzo’s hand fists in my hair, tugging, holding me still as I squirm and cry.
I’m drowning in them
Their touches, their breaths, their filthy words sinking into my skin, my blood, my bones.
The coil in my belly tightens so fast, so sharp it almost hurts.
I’m so close already.
Too close.
I grind shamelessly against Matteo’s mouth, against Dante’s hand, desperate, pathetic.
I can feel it building –
The edge right there
I reach for it-
And then everything stops..
Matteo pulls away. Dante rips his fingers out of me. Enzo lets go of my hair.
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1 scream. A broken, desperate sound, ripped from my throat.
They laugh.
They fucking laugh.
Tears flood my eyes, spilling hot down my cheeks.
“Not yet, bella,” Enzo murmurs, stroking my hair with false sweetness. “We’re not done playing.”
My legs shake. I can barely stand.
Dante yanks his belt free from his jeans, the leather snapping through the loops with a sharp, cruel sound.
He binds my wrists behind my back, wrapping the belt tight enough that I can’t move, but not enough to hurt.
Just enough to make me feel helpless.
Just enough to make me theirs.
They manhandle me – flipping me, turning me, positioning me however they want.
Enzo bites my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.
Matteo’s mouth trails hot, wet kisses down my spine, his teeth scraping just hard enough to sting.
Dante’s fingers find my clit again, rubbing in tight, slow circles that make my toes curl.
Matteo’s mouth was ruthless. His tongue flicked over my clit in quick, sharp strokes, fast enough to make me gasp, slow enough to leave me sobbing for more. He flattened his tongue against the swollen nub, dragging it up and down with heavy pressure, then circled it in tight, teasing spirals that made my thighs tremble. Every few strokes, he sucked hard – pulling my clit into his mouth, rolling it between his lips, letting it pop free with a wet, filthy sound that echoed in the room. Above me, Dante bit down lightly on one nipple, tugging it between his teeth until I cried out, then soothed the sting with slow, lazy flicks of his tongue, tracing soft, wet circles around the aching peak. They moved me like a doll, bending me forward over Enzo’s lap, my wrists still strapped tight behind my back with Dante’s belt. My knees barely touched the ground, my ass lifted high, my chest and face pressing into Enzo’s thigh. I was completely open to them- helpless, exposed, trembling – every dirty touch and hungry mouth making me forget my own name.
I’m whimpering, sobbing, begging without even meaning to.
“Please,” I cry. “Please, I need-
“What do you need, baby?” Dante growls, voice mocking.
“Tell us,” Matteo adds, licking a stripe up my trembling thigh.
“Say it,” Enzo demands, his voice a whip against my skin.
“I need you,” I sob. “I need all of you.”
They groan, low and filthy, like they can barely hold themselves back.
Dante finally loosens the belt around my wrists, I’m gone.
A mess. A toy. A thing they own.
I slump against Enzo, boneless and broken, and he holds me like I’m precious.
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Like I’m his.
Matteo lifts my chin with two fingers, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“You ready to be ruined, bella?” he asks, voice dark and sweet and dangerous.
I nod.
I’m ready to be destroyed.
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