Chapter 78
Aria’s POV
The room was thick with heat–both from the low lights that cast deep shadows across the walls and from their eyes, watching me, consuming
- me.
I could feel their presence like gravity. Heavy. Inevitable.
Matteo’s hands were firm at my waist, grounding me, while Dante stayed by my side, one hand loosely curled around my wrist as if reminding me I wasn’t going anywhere. And Enzo… he was the one at my legs again, slow and intentional.
“Breathe,” Matteo murmured into my ear, his voice brushing over my skin like velvet. “We’re going to take care of you.”
I nodded, swallowing down the nerves building in my throat. My body felt warm and pliant, but the anticipation had it tightening in places I couldn’t name.
Enzo gently guided one of my legs outward, then the other, opening me up bit by bit–not in a way that felt rushed, but like they were unfolding me. Stretching me until every inch of skin prickled with awareness.
“Look at her,” Dante said lowly, like he couldn’t help himself. “She’s already trembling.”
I was.
Every muscle in my body was caught somewhere between tension and surrender.
“You’re doing so good, Aria,” Enzo said, a rare softness slipping into his voice. “We just want to see you like this. Open. Honest.”
My cheeks burned at the way he said it, but I didn’t shy away. Instead, I let them hold me, position me. Each hand that touched me felt like a question, a test, and I was answering without words–just breath, just feeling.
And somewhere in all of it, I realized something that startled me:
I wasn’t scared.
Not of them.
Not of this.
Because even though I was stretched out before them, completely vulnerable… I had never felt more cherished. Never felt more wanted.
Dante brushed a curl from my cheek, his gaze locking with mine. “Still with us?”
I nodded slowly. “Yes.”
His lips tilted into a crooked smile. “Good. Because we’re only just beginning.”
Their eyes were all over me, but it wasn’t just Just–it was something deeper. I could feel it in the way their voices dropped, in the way their gazes lingered like they were trying to memorize me.
“You have no idea what you do to us,” Matteo said first, his tone rough, almost strained. He stood just a breath away, his fingers brushing along my shoulder like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to worship me or ruin me. “The way you give in… the way you trust us–it drives me mad.”
Dante crouched beside me, his hand sliding up my thigh, but slow, reverent. “You don’t even see it, do you? The power you have in your surrender. Every shiver, every gasp–you give it to us freely. And that… that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
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Chapter 78
My breath caught.
Enzo leaned forward from the couch, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide. “Your body, Aria…” He gave a low, rough laugh. “It’s perfection. Siot because of how it looks–though, f*ck, it’s a masterpiece–but because it’s yours. And you’re letting us learn it, touch it, claim it”
My heart thudded against my ribs.
“You’re not just letting us in,” Dante murmured. “You’re letting us unravel you. Bit by bit.”
“And we love every second of it,” Matteo added, his voice almost a whisper now. “Your reactions, your hesitation, your bravery–all of it. You make us feel like we’re the only men in the world.”
Enzo stood now, coming toward me. “You’re not weak for giving in. You’re strong because you chose to. And trust me, sweetheart… we feel it. Every single inch of you.”
I had never felt so exposed–and yet, so seen. Like they weren’t just looking at my body, but into the very center of me. And instead of turning away, they leaned in.
They wanted all of me.
And God help me… I wanted to give it.
This is going to hurt a little Aria, do you trust me” Matteo said from beside me. I didn’t know what he was talking about but I trusted him.
“Yes daddy” I replied, he smirked. “That’s my girl”
Enzo came in front of me crouching down to my eye level, “Keep your eyes on me my love” and I did, they had already removed the blind fold.
Then I felt it, the sudden intrusion making me moan, matteo had slipped something into my pussy, “Cazzo, your pussy is so wet, it glided right in” Dante brought his hand to my pussy, rubbing circles, I moaned louder “Fuck, ahhh” throwing my head back and closing my eyes.
Enzo gripped my chin harshly forcing me to look at him “Eyes on me button” I swallowed and nodded “okay daddy” he smiled, giving me a kiss. His lips moving against mine with deep sensuality. I moaned into his lips, the sensation from my pussy throbbing around the object plus Dante’s fingers on my clit and Enzo’s head spinning kiss, Fuck this felt good.
Matteo knelt beside me, his fingers brushing my inner thigh, warm and deliberate. “This,” he said, voice low, “is going to teach you how to let go without a single word.”
Enzo sat behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, grounding me in his calm, protective strength. Dante leaned against the armrest, his eyes never leaving mine. Watching. Waiting. Like a predator observing every breath I took.
When the vibration started, it was soft–barely there. But my body reacted like it had been waiting for this moment. My back arched, my breath hitched, and I clutched Enzo’s arms tighter.
They didn’t rush me. They just watched.
I could feel every shift in pressure, every change in rhythm, echoing through me like waves. It wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about control –theirs, and my choice to give it. My surrender. My trust.
Dante leaned closer, his voice a whisper in my ear. “You feel everything more now, don’t you? Every pulse, every breath. That’s because you’ve stopped hiding from it.”
Enzo’s fingers skimmed my jaw, turning my face toward him. “You’re stunning like this,” he murmured. “Open. Vulnerable. Honest.”
My head was spinning, my skin flushed and feverish, my body buzzing–literally and figuratively. The ache between my thighs was no longer just physical–it was emotional. A need to be seen. Touched. Claimed.
