Page 79 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

Lowering her onto the mattress, I spread herout beneath me, framing her face with my hands as I drink her in. Dark,doe-like eyes peer up at me, pupils blown wide, her lips still swollen from mykiss. She’s utterly wrecked already, and I haven’t even begun.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, mythumb tracing the curve of her cheek. “Do you know that?”

She shakes her head slightly, and somethingdeep in my chest tightens.

“Then let me show you. I’ll kiss you until youforget you were ever afraid. I’ll hold you so close you won’t remember whereyou end, and I begin. And when I’m done, you’ll only know one thing—you’remine.”

I capture her lips again, this time slower,savoring her taste, teasing her with my tongue until she gasps against me. Myhands map her body, memorizing every dip, every delicate curve, the way shearches into my touch, seeking more.

Alexis sits beside us on the bed, his fingersskimming the hem of her nightdress, his voice a dark purr. “Look at you,kitten. You’re trembling. Is it anticipation?”

She turns her head slightly, her gazeflickering to him, and my stomach clenches when she exhales. “Yes.”

Alexis smirks, trailing his fingers up herthigh, his touch featherlight. “Good answer.”

Luca remains where he is, a predator bidinghis time, watching with cool detachment, but the tension in his frame betrayshim. He’s waiting. He wants her as much as we do.

I grip her thighs, spreading them slightly asI lower myself, my lips skimming her jaw, her throat. She whimpers, her fingersthreading through my hair, tugging, needing more.

Alexis leans down, capturing her lips as Itrail my tongue along the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse race beneathmy mouth.

“You’re ours now,” I growl against her skin,my hand sliding beneath her nightdress, inching it up. “You’re my obsession. Mysickness. My addiction. I’ll never want less of you. Only more. Always more.You understand, don’t you, sweet girl?”

She nods, her breath stuttering. “Yes.”

Alexis breaks the kiss, tilting her chintoward him. “Say it, kitten.”

Her lashes flutter, her voice barely awhisper. “I’m yours.”

I groan, pressing my forehead against hershoulder, barely holding myself back. I want to ruin her, to claim her in everyway possible until she knows—until shefeels—thatthere is no escaping us.

Luca finally moves, prowling closer, his voicedeep and authoritative. “Then let’s make it official.”

Aemelia shudders, her fingers tightening onme, her body caught between submission and hunger.

Tonight, we show her exactly what it means tobelong to the Venturis.

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AEMELIA

A MAFIA QUEEN

They surround me, touching, kissing, watching.My mind spins with sensations and the feeling of letting go. All my life I’veheld my chin high, my back straight, ready to shoulder my family's burdens, butwith the Venturis close, I feel like I can let everything go.

Their toughness makes me want to be soft;their masculinity draws out my femininity. I want to bend to their will, lettheir strength envelop me, and experience the relief of not needing to worryabout anything other than their hands and mouths on me.

All I want is to be held and protected.

Luca, who was so in charge when we were alone,remains remote, but I can feel his eyes blazing against my skin, feel himwatching his brothers begin to take me apart. I want him to tell me what heexpects of me. I want to know that I’m pleasing him, even as I please hisbrothers.

In so little time, he’s infiltrated my psyche.

“Take off your panties, Aemelia,” he says asAntonio slides his tongue into my mouth, and Alexis pushes down my nightdressand runs his finger around my tight nipple. I push the lace over my hips andpull my legs up so I can get my underwear over my knees. When they’re off, Lucahums with approval.

“Open your legs, pretty girl. Display yourselfto me.”

Heat floods me, flushing my cheeks and makingmy body tingle. I let my knees fall open, but it’s not enough for Luca.

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