Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 172

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Aria – First Person POV

My face was on fire.

I couldn’t believe what they’d just said.

“Crawl,”

That single word from Matteo hit me like lightning. And the way Dante just stood there, calm and steady, watching me like I was already his, yeah, I didn’t stand a chance,

I glanced over at Enzo, still seated on the couch. He didn’t look surprised. If anything, he looked like he was enjoying the view,me frozen in the middle of the room, flushed, breathless, and clearly unsure what to do next.

I hesitated for only a second longer.

Then I dropped to my knees.

The rug was soft against my palms, but nothing about the moment felt soft. My heart was pounding too fast. My skin felt too tight. My body didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or turned on.

They made it so hard to think.

I crawled slowly across the room, my head down, but I could feel their eyes on me like heat. Watching every move I made. Watching my back arch, my hips sway. I wasn’t trying to put on a show, but somehow I knew I was giving them one.

Halfway there, Matteo’s voice cut in again. “Shorts. Off.”

I froze for a second, then sat back on my heels.

My fingers trembled as I hooked the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled them down my thighs. I didn’t even look at them. I couldn’t. I was too flustered.

When I dropped them to the floor and stayed kneeling, Dante’s voice came next.

“Keep crawling.”

I obeyed.

I crawled the rest of the way to the sofa, my cheeks/burning the entire time. When I finally reached it, Enzo leaned forward slightly and helped me up,only to guide me right back down, onto my knees again, this time facing the room. Facing all of them.

“Hands on your thighs,” Dante said. “Look up.”

I did as I was told.

All three of them were standing in front of me now. Dante and Matteo close, Enzo behind me. I was surrounded. Caged in. And I’d never felt more exposed.

Or more wanted.

Matteo was the first to touch me,his hand on my chin, tilting my head to the side so he could brush his thumb along my cheek. “You look good

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like this,” he said. “Obedient.”

I swallowed hard.

Dante’s fingers followed next. He ran them down the side of my neck, slow and deliberate, then trailed over my collarbone. His touch was light, but it sent a shiver through me anyway.

Behind me, Enzo’s hands slid around my waist, resting low on my hips. He didn’t say anything–just held me there, grounding me while his brothers teased.

Every inch of me felt lit up. Overstimulated and not even fully touched yet. My breathing was uneven. My thighs pressed together, but it didn’t help. They knew exactly what they were doing–taking their time, driving me crazy.

“Tell us how you feel,” Dante said.

I licked my lips. “Nervous,” I admitted. “Turned on.”

“Honest. Good girl,” Matteo murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

Then Dante leaned closer. “Ready to make it up to us?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes.”

His voice dropped. “Say it.”

“I’m ready,” I whispered. “I want to.”

I felt Enzo’s lips graze the back of my shoulder, and my breath caught again.

Matteo was the one who told me to take the rest off. His voice was calm, steady, but there was something in his eyes that said this wasn’t a request,it was an order. My hands were shaking as I reached for the straps of my cami, sliding them off my shoulders one by one. The fabric dropped to the floor, then the last piece of clothing followed. I stood there, completely bare, breathing hard, my skin hot under their eyes. I should’ve felt shy, but all I felt was wanted. Matteo’s hand was the first to touch he ran his fingers down my side, slow, then cupped the back of my thigh with a soft squeeze that made my breath catch. Dante stepped in next, brushing his knuckles gently over my hard nipples, just enough to make my body arch without thinking. Enzo stayed behind me, his palm flat against my lower back, keeping me grounded while they explored every inch. I moaned without meaning to when Matteo’s hand slid around to the front, fingertips teasing my waist before dipping lower, and Dante leaned in, whispering, “You feel everything, don’t you?” I nodded, biting my lip, overwhelmed and trembling. They hadn’t even fully started, but I was already falling apart from their hands alone.

Their touches got bolder. Like the more I responded, the hungrier they became. Matteo’s fingers trailed lower, sliding between my thighs in a way that made my knees weaken. I gasped, my hands grabbing at Dante’s arms for balance, and that only made them smirk more. Dante leaned in and kissed my neck, his mouth hot and slow, while his hand slipped down to cup me fully. I wasn’t thinking anymore–just reacting. Moaning softly when Enzo pulled me back against him, his grip firm on my hips as he pressed his chest to my back. The way they moved around me, trading places, touching me in turns, made me feel surroundedcompletely theirs. Their hands didn’t ask. They just claimed. I couldn’t tell whose fingers were where after a while, all I knew was my body was burning, pulsing, and I didn’t want it to stop. Every breath I let out was shaky, every touch sent a rush straight through me. They whispered things in my ear–praise, dirty promises, reminders that I was theirs,and I soaked up every word like I’d been starving for it. By the time Dante pushed me gently down to kneel on the sofa, my body was already begging for more, trembling from being/touched in all the places that made me feel weak and needy and completely undone.

They took turns touching me after that nothing too rough, but nothing soft either. It was slow and deliberate. Dante traced a line along my stomach. Matteo brushed his hand down my thigh, squeezing just enough to make my breath hitch. Enzo kept his grip on my hips, steady and firm.

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