Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

ARIA’S POV

1 nod.

I’m ready to be destroyed.

But I don’t expect what happens next.

They don’t just take me.

They slow down.

Cruelly.

Deliberately.

Like they’re savoring every second of my unraveling.

Matteo stands first, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, eyes dark with promise. “Open,” he murmurs.

I do without hesitation–and he slips his fingers inside, the ones that had been buried deep inside me just moments ago.

“Taste what you do to us,” he growls, voice thick with need.

I suck greedily, my tongue curling around them, tasting myself, my cheeks flushed with humiliation and heat.

Behind me, Dante moves. I feel him line himself up, the blunt, hot press of his cock teasing at my entrance.

Not pushing in.

Just hovering.

Enzo drags his knuckles down my spine. Slow. Possessive. Reverent.

“You’re going to take him first,” he whispers, mouth against my ear. “Every inch. Every thrust. And you’re going to thank us for it.”

I shudder. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, please.”

And then Dante thrusts.

Hard.

Deep.

I scream, my voice breaking in the air, but he doesn’t stop.

He doesn’t pause.

He fills me in one punishing stroke, pressing in until his hips are flush with my ass, until I feel him everywhere- thick and hot and stretching me to the point of pain.

I moan. It’s too much.

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Not enough.

He starts to move, and it’s brutal each thrust angled perfectly to hit that spot deep inside me, over and over, until my cries dissolve into strangled sobs.

Enzo holds my jaw, making me look up at him while Dante fucks me from behind.

“Look at me,” he demands. “Don’t you dare look away.”

I can’t. I’m pinned, used, claimed–and I love it.

Matteo kneels in front of me again, stroking my cheek, smiling like a sinner. “How’s she feel, Dante?”

“So tight,” Dante growls. “So fucking wet. She’s shaking around me.”

Matteo kisses my forehead. Gentle. Mocking.

“She’s going to fall apart.”

And he’s right.

My body burns. My mind spirals.

I’m nothing but sensation no thoughts, no words

–

just heat and hunger and the desperate need to please them.

Dante’s thrusts get rougher. Harder. His fingers dig into my hips so hard I know I’ll bruise.

And then he groans, low and broken, and stills inside me.

He pulses.

Spilling deep.

Filling me.

And still I’m left wanting.

Enzo is next. He lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing, carrying me to the bed, laying me out like an offering.

He strips his shirt off, his muscles flexing as he unbuckles his pants, his cock heavy and hard, glistening at the tip.

“You’re going to ride me,” he says, voice low and sharp,

“But-” I start, dizzy, trembling.

“Now,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He lies back, dragging me on top of him, guiding me down, and I sink onto him with a strangled gasp.

He’s thicker than Dante.

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