Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

But then Dante’s voice broke through, commanding and steady. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

I felt my heart stutter in my chest. He was still as controlled as ever, but I could hear the dark edge in his tone, the promise of something more. My body tensed, anticipation curling deep in my stomach, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty flooding me.

“You’ve given us so much,” Dante continued, his fingers sliding down my spine in a way that sent shivers rippling through me. “But now I need to taste you. Need to savor what we’ve built.”

The way he spoke sent a surge of heat through me, making my knees weak. The words were so commanding, so demanding, yet there was a gentleness in them too–like he was both claiming me and cherishing me all at once.

Enzo chuckled softly, his hand running through my hair. “I

nk she’s already feeling the anticipation, Dante. Look at her,” he teased, his eyes

dark and filled with a mixture of amusement and lust. “She’s practically trembling.”

Matteo smiled behind me, his fingers brushing down my arm in slow, deliberate motions. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

arm in ever

The praise washed over me again, but my mind was spinning, and every inch of my skin was sensitized. Dante’s words echoed in my mind–he wanted to taste me. And despite the soreness, despite the rawness of everything, I found myself wanting to give it to him. Wanting to be everything they needed me to be.

I swallowed, my throat dry, but I couldn

stop the quiet, breathless whisper that escaped

1. me.

“Please.”

And with that single word, I knew that the game was just beginning.

I gasped as Dante’s mouth finally found me, his touch sending an electric shock through my body. The moment he touched me, everything else faded–there was only him, only his skillful movements and the way he knew exactly how to make me feel like I was falling apart, piece by piece. I could feel Enzo’s hands on my arms, gently holding me, guiding me, grounding me, as Matteo’s fingers caressed my back, his presence a steady pulse behind me.

“Dante…” Dante’s tongue was slow, deliberate, sending waves of heat rolling through my core. Each motion, each flick, pushed me closer to something I couldn’t name but craved with every part of me. His name barely escaped my lips, a breathless gasp.

Enzo chuckled softly beside me, his voice low and teasing. “You’re so good for us, Aria. Look at you. Giving us everything we want.” His words were like a spark, each syllable stoking the fire inside me, feeding the tension building between my legs.

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