Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 74

Reyna’s POV

My heart was beating so loudly, my breath coming out in short pants. Goodbumps all over my body. I felt like a horny teenager.

Dante’s strong arms still held me against his body. I could feel my pusy against his cunt. Matteo’s hand drawing lazy circles against my thigh but never putting it where I needed it the most. Enzo let go of my nipple, “That’s more like it baby”

Matteo still had that devilish smirk on his face like he enjoyed how needy I was. “Come on, let’s get you somewhere quiet tesoro I could barely registering what he was saying until we began to move, Dante flipped me over his shoulder, I had a great view of his backside, he had a great

ass.

Till he spanked me, “stop looking at my ass Aria“, he said chuckling. I blushed hard. How did he know? He gave my ass a squeeze rubbing it making me yelp “You’re dripping down your legs Aria, you really want to get fucked huh” a shiver went up my spine, if only he knew just how badly I wanted it.

We were still weaving through corridors and people in the club, the red lights giving it a dangerous sexy vibe, I was so lost in thought I didn’t realise we had entered a room.

The moment we stepped through the thick, velvet–draped doorway, the

changed.

The club had already been a world of shadows and whispered temptations–but this room? This room felt like something else entirely.

It was dimly lit, bathed in a warm, amber glow from sconces on the black walls. The scent of leather and spice clung to the air, mixing with something darker… something heady. In the center of the room was a single, oversized chair–almost like a throne–deep burgundy, all curves and indulgent luxury. The walls were lined with shelves holding strange tools and velvet ropes, and above us, a large crystal fixture glowed faintly, casting soft patterns across the floor.

Dante guided me forward, his large hand steady at the small of my back. He didn’t say anything–he didn’t have to. I could feel the energy radiating off all three of them, thick with anticipation.

“Sit,” Dante murmured, his voice like silk–wrapped steel.

My legs felt unsteady, but I did as he said, sinking into the plush chair. It swallowed me whole, making me feel small. Exposed.

They didn’t join me right away.

They stood around me–Enzo to my right, Matteo to my left, Dante directly in front–tall and still, their eyes dark and unreadable. My breath caught in my throat. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. I could hear my own heartbeat in

They were looking at me like I was something to be unwrapped. Unraveled.

my ears.

Prey.

“You look good like that,” Enzo said first, his voice a low purr, full of wicked amusement. “Soft. Nervous. Curious.”

Matteo tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Do you feel it, Aria?” he asked. “That edge in the air? That hum beneath your skin?”

I swallowed, unable to speak. I did feel it. Every inch of me was buzzing.

Dante leaned down slowly, placing his hands on either armrest. He was so close now, his face inches from mine. His eyes pinned me in place. “We brought you here to show you something,” he said softly, but with that low, commanding tone that made my stomach twist. “Something real. Something… darker, To fuck you.”

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