Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Aria

I was still catching my breath when Enzo gave me that look. That one where his brow arches and his lips twitch like he’s trying not to laugh but also like he’s already planning to mess with me. He didn’t even say anything at first. Just stared, sipping from his wine glass like I hadn’t just crashed into his chest full speed.

I stepped back, fixing my hair and trying not to look completely embarrassed. He took another step forward, close enough that I had to tilt my head up.

“Running laps now?” he asked, clearly amused.

“Blame Matteo,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

Enzo set down his glass and leaned in, his face just inches from mine. “You’re always blaming someone. You sure you’re not the problem?”

I opened my mouth to say something smart, but then he kissed me. Just like that. Soft and slow. Like he had all the time in the world and he wanted to taste each second of it. My stomach flipped. His hand brushed down my side, barely touching, just enough to leave heat behind.

When he pulled back, I blinked up at him, trying to find words.

“Go freshen up,” he said, voice low. “Dinner soon.”

I turned to leave, but his hand landed on my backside in a quick smack that made me yelp.

“Enzo!”

He just grinned and went back down the hall like nothing happened.

I made my way upstairs, still warm all over. As I passed Chiara’s room, I hesitated. I hadn’t seen her all day. I knocked once, then again.

Nothing.

Then the door cracked open. Chiara peeked out, looking… messy. Her lips were a little swollen, hair sticking out like she’d been wrestling pillows.

“Oh thank God,” she said when she saw it was me. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside.

Before I could say anything, she called over her shoulder, “Valentina, it’s just Aria.”

Valentina slowly stepped out from behind the closet door, face red like a tomato. She looked everywhere but at me.

I burst out laughing. “Oh my God. Seriously?”

Chiara groaned and covered her face. “Don’t.”

“No judgment,” I said, raising my hands. “Just.. next time maybe hang a sock on the door.”

Chiara threw a pillow at me. I caught it and fossed it back before slipping out of the room with a grin.

When I reached my room, I froze.

Someone had been in here.

Everything was neat. Organized. Better than before. My suitcase had been unpacked. My clothes were hung in the wardrobe, and some new

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ones had been added too. Light fabric. Silky dresses. A few things that looked way too expensive to wear to bed. The bed had fresh sheets, Soft lighting glowed from the corners of the room. The whole place felt like something from a dream.

I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower. The water was warm and steady. When I reached for the soap, I noticed it was my favorite scent. The exact one I used back home. I didn’t even ask for it.

I stood under the stream for a long time, letting the heat relax my muscles. After drying off, I slipped into a silky night slip I found in the wardrobe. It was short and soft and clung to my skin in a way that made me feel kind of dangerous.

I tied my hair up into a loose bun and walked downstairs barefoot.

The boys were already at the table. The second they saw me, everything stopped.

Matteo dropped his fork. Dante blinked. Enzo tilted his head slowly, his eyes dragging from my face to my bare legs.

I could feel their eyes on me before I even sat down. The way Matteo’s jaw tightened slightly, the way Dante’s hand stilled mid–reach for a glass, and how Enzo just leaned back slowly in his chair like he was trying to control something. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. The silk of the slip dress clung to my hips and dipped just enough to show a bit of cleavage. I didn’t plan it, not really, but I wasn’t sorry either. I sat down slowly, crossing my legs under the table, and let my fingers trail across the rim of my glass, just for effect. Matteo cleared his throat. Enzo raised one brow. Dante’s tongue swept across his bottom lip like he was already planning things. I didn’t say a word. I just reached for a spoon and dragged it slowly across the inside of my mouth as I tasted the soup, keeping my eyes low but feeling the heat rise in the room. Every small move I made felt like it had weight. Their attention didn’t just feel like stares. It felt heavy and charged and full of things I wasn’t supposed to think about at the dinner table. I acted like I didn’t notice, but I noticed everything. Every breath. Every glance. Every shift in their bodies like they were all waiting for the moment they’d snap. I stayed quiet and kept eating, but I knew I was playing a dangerous game. And I liked it.

“That what you’re wearing to dinner, princess?” Matteo asked.

I sat down slowly, making sure they all got a good look. “Why? Distracting you?”

“Yes,” Dante said without even hesitating.

We started eating, or at least they tried to. I dragged my spoon along my lips in slow movements, bit the end of my fork just a little too long. Then I rested my bare foot on Enzo’s thigh under the table. His hand twitched.

I switched legs. Brushed against Matteo next.

Then I leaned forward and dragged my finger along the rim of my glass, staring straight at Dante.

They were breaking. All of them.

Enzo set his fork down and cleared his throat. Matteo shifted in his seat. Dante just stared like he was trying to read my mind and set it on fire at the same time.

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