A: A little bit of smut in the next twe
Aria’s POV
two chapters (forgive me I’m not so good that it
Leaving the gala felt like stepping out of a dream–a super intense, heart pounding dream. My skin still tingled all over, like static electricity after touching something metal, remembering all the touches and looks. It was like my body was still humming with their energy. The night air was cool, but it didn’t even touch the heat that was still swirling inside me.
Matteo’s hand, warm and strong, rested low on my back, like he was staking his claim. He guided me toward this sleek, black car waiting at the curb. It looked like something out of a movie, all shiny and mysterious. Dante walked ahead, his jaw all clenched and tight, like he was trying super hard not to lose it. His eyes were dark, and I could feel the intensity radiating off him. Enzo lung back a little, his fingers trailing down my wrist in this slow, teasing way before he finally gripped it firmly, It was like he was marking me.
“Get in,” Dante ordered, his voice kind of rough and husky. It made my heart do a weird little flip. He sounded like he was barely holding back, and it was… thrilling.
I slid into the car, sinking into the soft leather seats. They were cool against my skin, which was still burning. Matten followed, settling right next to me, his body heat seeping into me. It was like he was a furnace. Enzo took the seat on my other side, trapping me between them. It was kind of overwhelming, but in a good way. Dante sat across from us, legs spread, his eyes locked on mine. It was like he was staring right through me, and it made my stomach do this crazy flip- flop thing.
The car started moving, the engine making this low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the floor and up into me. The silence inside the car was thick, like you could cut it with a knife. The tension was almost unbearable, like a rubber band
stretched to its limit.
Matteo’s fingers brushed against my thigh, so slow and teasing, like he was drawing invisible patterns on my dress. “You’ve been squirming all night, princesa,” he murmured, his lips so close to my ear that I could feel his breath. “Do you know how hard that makes it for us?”
My cheeks instantly flushed. I had been fidgeting, hadn’t I? It was just… they were so intense.
Enzo leaned in from the other side, his breath warm against my neck. “She likes teasing,” he mused, his voice deep and kind of husky. “But I think it’s time we show her what happens when she plays with fire.”
I swallowed hard. Was I playing with fire? Maybe a little. It was just… the way they looked at me, the way they touched me… it was intoxicating.
Dante’s gaze never left mine. He was the only one who hadn’t actually touched me yet, but that almost made it worse. The way he watched me, like he was waiting for the perfect moment to pounce, had my heart pounding in my chest.
Matteo’s fingers slid higher up
thigh/pushing the fabric of my dress up, his touch sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. It was like a little electric shock. “Spread your legs for me, princesa,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
My breath hitched. I could feel my face burning.
Enzo gripped my chin, turning my face to his. His lips captured mine in a deep, lingering kiss. It wasn’t gentle; it was possessive, like he was claiming me. His other hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, trapping me between their bodies. It was intense, and my mind was starting to get all fuzzy.
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Chapter 51
Dante finally moved. Enough,” he growled, the word a low, dangerous rumble. He leaned forward, his fingers gripping my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You think you can just walk around looking like that, tempting on, and get away with
His lips crashed against mine, rough and demanding. It was like a storm. His hands were everywhere, nne siding into my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. It wasn’t painful, but it was, authoritative
Matteo chuckled darkly, “Careful, Dante, You might break her.”
“She can take it,” Dante murmured against my lips. ‘Can’t you, Aria?!
I nodded breathlessly, words completely failing me. My body was buzzing, overwhelmed.
Enzo’s fingers trailed down my neck, his touch feather–light, teasing. It sent shivers down my spine. “She’s shaking,” he whispered, his lips grazing my jaw. “So sensitive.”
Matteo shifted closer, his lips ghosting over my shoulder, his teeth nipping at my skin. “We could take you right here,” he murmured, his voice dark with promise. “Would you like that, princesa?”
The words sent a bolt of heat through me, my body already betraying me. I could feel myself getting… well, you know.
Dante tilted my chin up, watching me carefully. “You’d let us, wouldn’t you?”
The car’s tinted windows, the dark night outside, the deep hum of the road beneath us–it all added to the moment. It was like we were in our own little world, just the four of us. They didn’t rush. They dragged it out, making me feel every touch, every whisper, every stolen kiss.
Matteo’s hands were possessive, exploring my thighs, teasing me but never giving me enough. It was like he was playing with me, but in a way that made my heart race.
Until finally I felt a ghost of a touch through my panties
“Fuck princessa, you’re soaked” matted whispered in my ears while rubbing circles on my clit
i moaned of loud before he pinched it lightly sending jolts through me, i tried ti get away but enzo held me put. His hand coming up to my breast and cupping it in his large hands.
where’d you think you’re going huh button” he chuckled darkly, while matteo continued, the assault on my clit.
p’so soft hmm damte said while twisting my nipples through my dress.
Enzo’s lips never strayed far from my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point, sending shivers down my spine. It was like he knew exactly where to touch to make me react.
It was too much, I would come undone.
ing the corner of my mouth. “You look wrecked, piccola,” he murmured. “And
Dante kept my chin tilted up, his thumb tracing we haven’t even started.”
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