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The room is suffocating. Not because it’s crowded–though it is but because of them.
Dante. Matteo, Enzo.
Three men who move through the world like kings, untouchable and ruthless. And right now, every ounce of their attention is on me.
The air between us is charged, humming with something unspeakable, something dangerous. My lips still tingle from Matteo’s kiss, my pulse erratic, my body betraying me in ways I don’t want to admit. I feel raw, exposed, like I’ve stepped too close to the fire and burned myself in the process.
Dante watches me with quiet intensity, his sharp eyes drinking me in like he’s memorizing every inch of my reaction. Enzo stands close, unreadable as always, but the way his fingers twitch at his side tells me everything I need to know–he’s holding back. Matteo, on the other hand, is shameless. His lips are still curved in that devilish smirk, the one that makes
mach tighten in both irritation and something else I don’t want to name.
Matteo tilts his head, hazel eyes gleaming. “You look like you’re about to run, princesa.”
I square my shoulders, forcing my voice to stay steady. “And if I am?”
Dante steps closer, his voice smooth, commanding. “Then we’d have to catch you.”
A shiver skates down my spine.
Before I can respond, Enzo’s hand finds my wrist, his grip gentle but firm. The room fades around us. The voices, the music, the flashing cameras–it all disappears as they guide me away from the gala, away from prying eyes.
My heart pounds as we slip into a dimly lit hallway, each step making my pulse race faster. I don’t protest. Maybe because I know it’s useless. Maybe because I don’t want to.
The moment we step into a secluded lounge, Matteo locks the door behind us with a click that sends a jolt of anticipation through me. The room is lavish–leather couches, dark wooden walls, a chandelier that casts golden light over everything- but it might as well be empty. Because all I can focus on is them.
Dante stands before me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. Matteo flanks my side, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along my arm, barely touching me, but it’s enough to make my breath hitch. Enzo remains behind me, his presence looming, solid, his quiet control wrapping around me like a spell.
“You’re trembling.” Enzo murmurs, his voice deep, smooth, threading through my veins like warm honey,
I swallow hard, my
throat dry. “I’m not.”
Matteo chuckles, low and knowing. “Liar”
Dante’s fingers graze my jaw, his touch featherlight, teasing. “Do you know what you do to us, Aria?”
I shake my
head, unable to form words.
He hums, tilting my chin up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “You drive us insane.”
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My breath stutters, and I feel Matteo lean in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Say it, he murmurs, say you want
this.”
A sharp pulse of heat coils low in my stomach. I want to fight it, but the truth is, I’m drowning in them. Their presence, their scent, the way they look at me like I’m something to be worshipped and devoured all at once.
Enzo’s hands settle at my hips, steadying me. “Say It, dolcezza,” he whispers.
My resolve crumbles.
“I want this.”
The words barely leave my lips before Dante claims my mouth in a kiss that steals the air from my lungs.
Dante’s kiss is dentanding, dominant, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me against him. His tongue sweeps over mine, coaxing, tasting, consuming. My fingers clutch at his suit jacket, holding on as the world tilts beneath me.
Matteo’s fingers skim the bare skin of my shoulder, his lips trailing a slow, burning path down the side of my neck. Each kiss is a promise, each touch designed to unravel me.
“Matteo My voice is barely a gasp before he captures my lips, stealing whatever words I was about to say. His kiss is different from Dante’s–slower, teasing, filled with dark amusement as he pulls away just enough to make me chase after
him.
“You taste sweet, princesa,” he murmurs, biting down gently on my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.
A small whimper escapes me, and I feel Enzo shift behind me. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest, trapping me between them.
“You’re ours, Aria,” Dante murmurs against my skin, his lips trailing lower, pressing hot, open–mouthed kisses along my collarbone. “You know that, don’t you?”
The words send a thrill through me, heady and undeniable.
Matteo’s fingers skim down my arm, his touch deliberate, sinful. “Tell us,” he demands, his voice a dark whisper.
Enzo’s hands tighten at my waist, his breath fanning against my shoulder. “Do you want more?”
y me b
My body betrays
before my mind can catch up. I nod.
Matteo chuckles. “Use your words, princesa.”
I swallow hard, my pulse hammering. “Yes,”
Dante growls in approval, his grip tightening, his control slipping. “Good girl.”
The room is electric, charged with something that threatens to consume me whole. Their hands, their lips, their whispers -they are everywhere, unraveling me piece by piece, igniting a fire that I don’t ever want to extinguish.
Enzo’s fingers pinch my nipples through my dress causing me to melt, the hardened nubs were aching, pain and pleasure mixed together as he twisted and rubbed.
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“Fuck, you look so good writthing under my touch button Enzo whispers darkly in my wars
I am theirs. And I don’t want to escape.
Not anymore.
I don’t know how much time passes before the intensity finally fades, leaving us in the heavy silence of the aftermath. My body is still trembling, my skin warm, my breath uneven.
Dante presses a lingering kiss to my forehead, his grip still firm at my waist. Matteo’s smirk is softer now, his fingers tracing slow circles against my wrist, grounding me. Enzo doesn’t say a word, but his hands remain at my hips, his touch steady, comforting.
“You’re ours, Arla,” Matteo murmurs one last time, his voice laced with dark promise.
I close my eyes, letting the words sink in.
And this time, I don’t fight it.
Matteo holds my waist possessively leading me to the door “Let’s go home, I want to taste you”
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