Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

The club was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It wasn’t just a place–It was an entirely different world. The air was thick with heat, laced with the faint scent of leather and expensive cologne. The dim red and gold lights bathed everything in a sensual glow, flickering off mirrored walls and polished floors. Soft moans and the occasional sharp command floated through the space, blending seamlessly with the low thrum of music.

I sat between them in a private lounge area, my pulse pounding in my ears. Matteo’s arm was draped over the back of the plush couch, his fingers lazily tracing small, soothing patterns against my bare shoulder. Enzo lounged beside me, one leg crossed over the other, smirking like he already knew every thought running through my head. Dante, quiet and composed, sat across from me, watching my every move with piercing eyes.

“Breathe, princess,” Dante murmured, his voice a deep, calming anchor in the chaos around us. His warm hand settled on my thigh, grounding me. “Take your time. Just observe.”

Observe. That was easy to say. But where was I even supposed to look? Every corner of the club held something new, something forbidden, something that made my skin prickle with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.

In one section, a woman was bound in delicate silk ropes, her body stretched and exposed in a way that should have made her feel vulnerable. But she didn’t look afraid. She looked…at peace. Her partner whispered to her, his hands trailing over her skin like a promise, and she melted into his touch like she belonged to him completely.

My stomach tightened.

“Trust,” Dante said, following my gaze. “That’s what it’s about. Without trust, none of this works.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. Trust.

Enzo leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek. “Let’s make this interesting,” he murmured. “We’ll show you a few things, and you tell us what catches your attention.”

“And if nothing does?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.

Matteo smirked. “Then we take you home. No pressure.”

No pressure, but my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. Still, I gave a small nod, and that was all they needed.

They led me deeper into the club, their presence like a protective barrier against the world around us. The further we walked, the more intense everything became. One moment, I saw a woman kneeling at a man’s feet, her head bowed in complete submission. The next, I heard the sharp crack of something against skin, followed by a soft gasp of pleasure.

My breath hitched.

Matteo stopped in a quieter section where people experimented with softer forms of control. He turned to me, eyes dark and unreadable. “Close your eyes,” he said.

I hesitated, but the way he looked at me–steady, patient, but commanding–made it impossible to refuse. I exhaled slowly and shut my eyes.

Something soft brushed against my wrist. Silk. Then something firmer. Leather. The contrast sent a shiver down my spine.

As soon as the blindfold slid over my eyes, my world went dark, leaving me vulnerable in the most intoxicating way. My

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breath hitched, my senses heightening with the loss of sight. I felt them–closer than before, their heat pressing in from all sides, their touches slow, deliberate, teasing.

“Breathe, bella,” Matteo’s deep voice purred against my ear, his fingers brushing over my collarbone before trailing lower, barely touching, yet leaving fire in their wake.

Enzo’s hands settled on my waist, gripping me just enough to make me feel owned, claimed. His breath fanned against my neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. “Nervous, sweetheart?” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement and something darker.

I swallowed hard, my lips parting, but no words came out.

Dante’s fingers traced slow circles along the inside of my wrist, his touch featherlight yet commanding. “We won’t let anything happen to you,” he murmured, his voice smooth, reassuring. “But we are going to enjoy this.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Every inch of my body felt alive, aware of them, of the way they surrounded me, controlled me without force–just presence.

The sound of leather tightening, the soft jingle of chains, the distant, breathless moans of strangers filled my ears, heightening the anticipation curling deep in my stomach.

“Let’s see how much you trust us,” Matteo whispered, his lips grazing my temple.

Enzo’s grip tightened. “Let’s see how much you like being ours.”

“It’s not about pain,” Dante’s voice murmured near my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “It’s about sensation. About

control.”

My fingers curled slightly, and Enzo chuckled. “She likes it.”

I snapped my eyes open, heat flooding my cheeks. “I-”

Matteo lifted my chin with two fingers. “Relax, Aria. Just feel.”

I let out a shaky breath, but I didn’t pull away.

After what felt like forever, they led me back to the lounge. My mind was racing, my body buzzing with something I couldn’t quite name.

“You’ve seen enough for one night,” Matteo murmured. “Now tell us… does any of this excite you?”

The weight of the question hung between us. I knew this was the moment where I could back away. Or… I could step

forward.

Before I could answer, Enzo grinned and stood. “I think it’s time we show her something more personal.”

Matteo nodded, slipping a hand to the small of my back. “Something that might help her decide.”

Dante met my gaze, his expression unreadable. “If you’re ready, that is.”

My breath hitched. Ready for what?

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