Chapter 15
Arias POV
The car door slammed shut. A metal coffin, but with plush leather seats, Dante’s scent was thick, like dark wood and something dangerous, something that made my stomach flutter. Matteo’s grin in the rearview mirror was pure evil, like he was watching a movie. “Try not to break her too soon, boys.” Boys. Ugh. Like I was some kind of toy they could play with.
Dante was a statue beside me, all tense and quiet. Enzo slid in, warm and solid, trapping me. “You nervous, little star? His voice was a low growl, and it made my stomach do a weird flip–flop thing, and down there? Wet. So wet, it was embarrassing.
Click. The doors locked, and the city lights turned into a blurry mess. I was stuck. With them.
Dante’s knee pressed against mine, hard and hot. Enzo’s eyes were all shiny and amused. “Not gonna push him away?” He knew I wouldn’t. He knew I was a mess. And that made me blush, but it also made me feel…something else. Something hot and needy.
I didn’t push. Couldn’t. My heart was pounding like a drum solo gone wild.
Dante’s eyes were dark, like he could see right through me. Like he knew all my dirty secrets.
Matteo turned the car, and I lurched into Dante. His body was solid, like a brick wall. His hand moved, landing on my thigh. Not soft. Not gentle. Firm. Possessive.
My breath hitched, like I’d swallowed a goldfish. Matteo’s smirk made my knees weak. My dress rode up, and the fabric felt…weirdly good against my skin.
Dante’s fingers moved. Slowly. Up. Barely touching. Like a feather, but it felt like fire. Teasing. Testing.
Enzo’s eyes were glued to us. “He’s taking his sweet time, isn’t he? Guess he wants to see how much you can take.” His voice was low and teasing, and it made that wet feeling even stronger. I wanted to tell him to shut up, but my voice was gone.
Dante shifted, his fingers flexing. Higher. The heat of his palm burned through my dress. A warning. A promise. A dare.
“Dante,” I whispered, my voice shaky.
He leaned in, his mouth close to my ear. His breath was hot. “You should stop me.” His voice was dark, like melted chocolate, but dangerous. It made me shiver.
His hand moved higher. So close. So close to…there. My breath hitched, and my body trembled. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted them all to watch.
My eyes fluttered closed. I couldn’t look. It was too much.
His touch was like a drug. I wanted more, even though it scared me. My body was burning.
His hand paused, hovering just above the edge of my dress. A silent question. A dare. My breath was ragged.
I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to take me. I wanted them to watch. It was wrong. But it felt…right?
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His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin right at the top of my inner thigh, just where my feys met. A jón af s electricity shot through me. My body arched, just a little.
He paused again, his hand still hovering. Ilis eyes were dark, unreadable:
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. My body was tense.
He pressed his fingers a little more, tracing the line of my inner thigh, closer and closer to my core. The heat of his touch sent a wave of pleasure through me, a dark, forbidden pleasure. He was so close to my clit.
And then, he stopped. His hand stayed there. Hovering. Teasing. A silent promise.
Enzo leaned in, his breath hot on my neck. “He’s being awfully considerate, isn’t he? Maybe I should show you how it’s done. He nipped at my neck, just below my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine. “You like that, little star?”
I gasped, my body tensing. I wanted to push him away, but I also wanted him to keep going.
Dante’s hand shifted, moving even closer. I could feel the heat radiating from his fingers, and it made my breath catch in my throat. His fingers brushed against the thin fabric of my panties.
Enzo’s lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. “You’re so tense,” he whispered. “Relax. We’re just having a little fun.”
His words made my cheeks burn, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me. I wanted them both. I wanted all of
them.
Matteo’s eyes flickered in the rearview mirror, his smirk widening. He seemed to be enjoying the show.
Dante’s fingers brushed against the damp fabric of my panties, and a wave of heat washed over me. I gasped, my body arching involuntarily.
“He’s going to make you beg,” Enzo whispered in my ear. “And I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. I wanted to tell him to stop, but my voice was lost.
Dante’s fingers pressed a little harder, tracing the delicate folds of my labia through the thin fabric. A wave of pleasure washed over me, so intense it made my head spin. I moaned softly, my body trembling.
“That’s it,” Enzo whispered. “Let it go.”
His words were like a command, and I found myself surrendering to the sensations. My body was on fire, burning with a heat I’d never known.
Dante’s fingers moved again, teasing and tormenting, brushing against my most sensitive spot. I moaned again, my body writhing against his touch.
Hyperaware of his fingers rubbing slow deliberate circles on my clit.
Enzo’s lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. “You’re so close,” he whispered. “So close.”
His words were like fuel to the fire, and I found myself reaching for him, desperate for more.
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Dantes hand moved again, his fingers pressing against my clit, sending a wave of pleasure so intense It made my blur. My body was a taut string, stretched to its breaking point.
And then, just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he stopped. His hand remained there, hovering just above my drenched panties. A silent promise of what was to come.
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