Chapter 118
Aria’s POV
The room felt too small.
Too hot.
I could barely breathe.
They were so close.
Their bodies, their eyes, their touch – it was like they were weaving a net around me, pulling me tighter and tighter until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began.
Enzo’s fingers brushed my jaw again, light and slow.
The heat of his skin against mine made my knees wobble.
I wanted to lean in.
I wanted to run.
I didn’t know which need was stronger.
Dante’s chest pressed a little firmer against my back, not enough to trap me, but enough to make sure I felt him. Every inch of him. Solid, strong, a quiet promise that he would catch me if I fell.
Matteo’s hand was still playing with the hem of my sweater, the tips of his fingers teasing the bare skin just above my jeans.
Tiny little touches.
Barely there.
But every nerve in my body screamed for more.
I shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold.
It was from them.
Enzo leaned in closer.
His breath kissed my cheek.
Warm. Sharp. A little wild.
“You don’t have to be afraid of us, Aria,” he whispered, his voice rough like gravel but soft at the same time, like it was mean nly for me.
His thumb traced my bottom lip, slow, almost lazy, but there was nothing lazy about the way his eyes burned into me.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so loud it filled my ears.
I could smell him
—
spicy and clean, like soap and something darker underneath.
It made my head spin.
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Chapter 118
Dante’s hands slid down my sides, feather–light, barely touching, but enough to make my stomach flip.
Enough to make my thighs press together without thinking.
Matteo stepped even closer, boxing me in.
I could feel the heat of his body, the steady beat of his heart, like a drum against my
He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
Simple.
skin.
Sweet.
Deadly.
I sucked in a shaky breath.
Their scents, their heat, their touches it was too much.
It was everything.
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