Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169

Aria – First Person POV

I didn’t think I could melt from just two words. But when Enzo called me “good girl,” something in my brain short ciresited

I couldn’t breathe right. My legs felt like jelly, even though I was still sitting in his lap. My hands were trembling just a little, and my My heart was going absolutely crazy.

He didn’t move right away. He just stared at me like I was the only thing in the room. One of his hands stayed on my lower back, firm and grounding. The other still held my face, like he didn’t want me to look anywhere but at him.

“Aria,” he said, voice low and calm, “I’m not mad. But I’m going to punish you.”

I blinked at him. My lips parted, but no sound came out.

“I’m not doing it because you were bad,” he continued. “I’m doing it because you shut us out. You broke trust. You didn’t come to us when were scared.”

My cheeks heated. I looked down, but his fingers tipped my chin back up.

“You want control?” he asked. “You can have it… but not like that. Not by running.”

My voice came out small. “Okay.”

He tilted his head. “Okay what?”

I swallowed. “Okay… sir?”

His mouth curved up at the corners. He looked so proud. Like I’d just solved a puzzle only he knew existed.

“Good girl,” he said again.

I swear I felt that one all the way down my spine.

He shifted, gently lifting me off his lap and setting me down on the soft rug in front of the fireplace. The room was quiet except for the sound of the flames crackling behind the glass. I sat there, heart pounding, unsure of what to do.

“Lie down,” he said. “Back flat. Hands above your head.”

I hesitated for half a second, but did what he said. My breath was shaky. My hoodie slipped up a little as I moved, exposing stomach.

Enzo’s eyes dropped there for a second. Then they came back up to my face.

“You listen well when you’re not overthinking,” he said, kneeling beside me.

He reached over and tugged the hem of the hoodie higher, exposing more skin. His fingers brushed over my sides–slow, soft, like he was reminding me who I belonged to. My stomach tightened with every little touch.

“You avoided us for four days,” he said, still tracing slow lines across my waist. “Four. I counted.”

“I was overwhelmed, I whispered.

“I know,” he said “But next time you disappear on us, you come to me first. Understand?”

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I nodded.

“Words, Aria.”

“Yes, Enzo. 1 understand.”

He leaned down and kissed me—firm but slow. Not rushed. Just enough to make my toes

curl

Then his lips moved lower.

He wasn’t rough. He didn’t need to be. Every brush of his fingers, every press of his mouth, was controlled. Measured. Teasing.

It drove me crazy.

His hands held my hips down gently when I tried to squirm. He didn’t say anything just looked at me with that quiet authority that made my chest feel too small for my heart.

At one point, he paused and leaned close again, whispering near my ear, “Stay still.”

I whimpered and nodded.

Everything he did felt like a lesson. Like he was showing me I didn’t need to run to feel in control. I just needed to let go. Trust him.

And I did.

Every second, I trusted him.

And I felt everything.

Enzo made me lie on my back, completely still, while he stayed fully dressed and in control. He told me not to move, not to speak, just to take everything he gave. His hands moved over my skin in slow, maddening strokes, over my hips, along the sides of my thighs, up my stomach. He kissed along my collarbone, down to the edge of my bra, then back up again, never going where I wanted him most. Every time I arched toward him or let out a noise, he would stop and say things like, “You don’t get to rush this, not after how you’ve been acting,” or “Goed girls don’t hide from the people who love them.” His voice was low and steady, and it only made the heat in my chest grow worse. My whole body was tight with need, desperate for more, but he was so calm–so frustrating. He made me beg. He made me say I’d been avoiding them. That I wanted to make it up to him. And even when I said it, breathless and shaking, he still didn’t give in right away. His touch was everywhere, but never enough. By the time he finally let his fingers slip lower, I was trembling, panting, and my whole body felt like it was burning. It wasn’t about pain. It was about control. And I gave in completely

My head spun. My skin burned. My body reacted to every soft word and every light touch like it had been waiting for this kind of attention forever.

At one point, my voice cracked as I said his name, and he kissed me again, whispering, “I’ve got you.”

That alone nearly broke me.

Eventually, he pulled me into his lap again, cradling me like I was made of something precious. My breathing was uneven. My face buried in his

chest.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded. “i want more…sir.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

We stayed like that for a minute or two his hand tubbing slow longing strokes on my thighs an back. While he peppered kisses on my neck, sucking in my soft spot,quiet, warm, close.

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The ache between my leg was unbearably, I knew this was part of the punishment

And then, of course, the door opened.

I turned my head slowly, expecting some random staff member or maybe Rita.

But no.

It was Matteo.

Then Dante, right behind him.

They both stopped in the doorway, took one look at us–me flushed and curled up in Enzo’s lap, hoodie halfway up–and raised their eyebrows at the same time.

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