Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 150

Aria’s POV

1 straddled Dante, my hands flat against his chest, my heart beating wild in my chest like it wanted to burst. I kissed him first–bold, hungry, aching. His lips were warm, surprised at first, but theq he kissed me back with so much heat it stole my breath. I pulled back, just enough to see his eyes–dark, blown wide with need.

The room was quiet. The air felt thick. I could feel all three of them watching me. Enzo, leaning forward, jaw clenched. Matteo, standing still by the bed, his gaze like fire. I didn’t look away. I wanted them to see me. All of me. Not the scared girl from before. Not the one who always followed their lead.

No. Tonight, I wanted to show them I was theirs too. That I could give just as much as I took.

I reached up, slowly, and unbuttoned the top of my gown. One button. Then two. My skin warmed under their eyes. My fingers trembled a little, but I kept going. I heard Dante suck in a breath, his hands gripping my thighs tighter.

When the fabric slipped off my shoulders, I leaned into him, close enough to whisper, ‘Let me love you.”

He groaned. A soft, low sound that made something flutter in my belly.

I kissed down his neck, slow and teasing, tasting his skin, feeling the way his body trembled under mine. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my lips. It was like music to me proof that I could make him feel the way they always made me feel.

Then I turned my head and reached out a hand to Enzo.

He came to me instantly, like he couldn’t stay away a second longer. I smiled and cupped his face, pulling him close. I kissed him deep, letting my tongue slide against his, tasting his surprise and then his surrender. He moaned into my mouth, one hand coming up to cradle my cheek.

“Aria…”

Just the way he said my name made my thighs clench. I broke the kiss and turned slowly to Matteo, who still hadn’t moved.

“Even you,” I said softly, reaching out.

His eyes flickered. His jaw twitched. He walked toward me like a man possessed. When he stopped in front of me, I stood from Dante’s lap, chest rising and falling fast. Matteo looked like he might expløde.

“Especially you,” I whispered, my fingers brushing the front of his shirt.

I kissed him. Firm. Fervent. Desperate. It was a little messy, a little wild, but it made him growl low in his throat. His hands gripped my waist hard, and I felt him fighting the urge to take over. But he didn’t. He let me lead.

I tugged his shirt off, then Enzo’s, then Dante’s. I kissed every inch of skin I revealed–their chests, their necks, their scars. I worshipped them with my mouth, my hands, my body. And they let me.

No words. Just gasps. Groans. Hands everywhere. Lips chasing mine.

We stumbled toward the bedroom, limbs tangled, laughter and soft moans filling the space. Clothes came off slowly. Intentionally. I undressed, baring myself to them completely. I wanted them to see me. All of me.

Enzo kissed the side of my neck, murmuring, ‘You’re driving me crazy, angel.”

Dante bit my shoulder gently and whispered, “So bold. So fucking beautiful.”

Matteo, quiet as always, kissed the small of my back and breathed, “You’re our fire.”

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