Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 171

Matteo was the first to touch me,really touch me. His hand slid around my waist, warm and firm, pulling me back until my spine met his chest. His other hand trailed up slowly, fingers spreading across my stomach before moving higher, just under the edge of my camisole. I gasped, the contact so unexpected that my whole body tensed. Then Dante stepped in front of me, eyes dark, fingers brushing down my throat to the hollow between my collarbones, resting there like a silent claim. “Breathe,” he said, voice soft but commanding. I did, but it was shaky. Every inch of skin they touched felt too aware, too sensitive. Matteo’s fingers tightened slightly on my hip, holding me in place as Dante’s thumb traced lazy circles over my skin. I wasn’t sure whether to whimper or melt. My knees felt weak, and my chest was rising too fast. I couldn’t stop shifting my legs, trying to ground myself, but they noticed. Matteo’s voice was low near my ear. “Stay still, piccola.” I obeyed, barely. My body was humming–too much sensation, too much control in their hands, and all I could do was feel it.

My breath hitched again when Dante leaned in, so close his lips almost brushed mine. His hand moved from my collarbone to my jaw, holding me steady as his thumb slid across my bottom lip, slow and teasing. I couldn’t stop looking at him. His gaze had me pinned in place, like I wasn’t allowed to look away even if I wanted to. “Do you like being watched?” he asked, voice low. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. His mouth curved slightly, satisfied, but he didn’t kiss me–not yet. He let the moment hang between us, let the tension stretch until my whole body felt like a live wire. Behind me, Matteo’s hand moved lower, his palm cupping between my thighs over the fabric. I gasped, my knees wobbling, but his arm locked around my waist, holding me upright. “You’re so reactive,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Like every inch of you is begging to be touched.”

I whimpered. I couldn’t help it.

My hands reached out on instinct, grabbing Dante’s shirt like it was the only thing anchoring me to the floor. He still didn’t kiss me–he just watched, eyes sharp and heavy. “Show us,” he said quietly. “Let us see what we do to you.”

That sent heat straight to my stomach.

I bit down on my lip, trying to breathe through the rush of pressure building inside me. Matteo’s grip on my hips tightened. His hand moved again, dragging the hem of my shorts down just enough to expose more of my skin. The air felt cold compared to his hands, which felt way too good. I was shaking–caught between wanting to hide and wanting to give them everything. Dante finally leaned in and pressed his forehead against mine, his hand on my throat again, just resting there. Not choking. Just reminding me he could.

“You feel this?” he said, eyes locked with mine. “This is what happens when you act like you don’t belong to us.”

“And you do,” Matteo added, pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder. “Every damn part of you does.”

I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to.

I just let go.

Because right then, surrounded by them–touched, watched, controlled–I felt like I didn’t need to carry anything anymore. They were in charge. And I wanted them to be.

Dante stepped back, finally breaking the tension just a little.

“She’s learning,” he said to his brothers.

“Slowly,” Matteo added, smirking. “But she’s still ours.”

I looked up, breathless. “What now?”

Dante’s smile turned sharp. “Now? You get on the sofa.”

Matteo added, “And don’t expect mercy this time.”

My knees wobbled.

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Chapter 171

1 farted, stepping toward the sofa barely halfway there when I felt one of them grab my hand and pull me ka

“Dhah” Dante said. “You don’t move unless we say.”

1 fee, swallowing hard.

“Start over,” Matteo faid. “And this time, crawl,”

My mouth dropped open

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