Page 53 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

This man wants me. I know it in the way helooks at me, the hunger in his gaze carving invisible marks into my skin. It’sa weight, pressing in, claiming me before he’s even touched me. But it’s morethan that.

He likes me.

And I want him.

I want to laugh at his stupid jokes andobservations. I want to know how far he’ll push me, how much he’ll make me beg.I think he’d enjoy making me wait, draw it out, teasing until I was trembling,dripping, desperate. He’d relish my total submission and his completedominance. Could I give him that?

I’m getting under the skin of all the Venturibrothers. I can feel it. Antonio, despite his discipline, can’t hide the wayhis eyes darken when I’m nearby. He touches me like I’m something precious,something more than a bargaining chip or an object within his control.

Luca, the coldest of them all, cradled me lastnight like I was someone he needed to protect, a woman on the edge of breakingapart. When I kissed him, his body shuddered as though he was about to comeundone.

And Alexis? He’s the youngest and wears hishunger openly, reckless and untamed. He doesn’t pretend. He doesn’t hold back.And right now, he’s looking at me like he’s thinking of all the ways he couldbreak me apart and put me back together.

Desire is power. If these men want me, if Ican be something irreplaceable in their lives, maybe the threats they’ve madeto entice my father to come forward will fall away. Maybe it’s my best chanceof survival. Yet, even as I think it, I can’t imagine them hurting me unless itwas in a way that I’d enjoy. Luca’s sharp spanks across my ass proved thatmuch. He stopped at five before it got too much for me to bear.

The intensity of my desire is terrifying. Theboys back home were just that—boys. Immature. Uncertain. Or psychos like mystupid stalker. The Venturis are men. Strong, dangerous men. And the age gap?That only makes them hotter. There’s something intoxicating about the way theymove, hands talking as much as their mouths, the way they look at me withburning intensity, the way they speak in low, commanding voices that demandobedience.

I hear my mama’s words in my head, warning meabout my daddy issues, telling me to be careful of my subconscious need toreplace the man who was only ever a shadow in my life.

But is it so wrong to want a man who will takecare of me?

Or even… three?

Three men who would kill to avenge their deadbrother. If they have so much loyalty for a dead sibling, what would they dofor a woman they love? What would they do for me?

Alexis shifts beside me, his fingers tracinglazy circles against my shoulder. “You’re quiet,gattina. Thinking aboutsomething?”

I turn to face him, my breath hitching as Imeet his eyes—deep gold, flecked with green, brimming with amusement. And heat.

“No,” I lie.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, his voice low andcoaxing.

“It’s nothing.”

His grin turns wicked and predatory like hecan scent the arousal threading through my veins. His fingertip skims up theexposed side of my neck, lingering where my pulse beats erratically, his gazefollowing the path of his touch. A shiver rolls down my spine, my skin pebblingwith goosebumps. “That so?” His hand trails lower, down my forearm, the pads ofhis fingers barely ghosting over my skin. “Why don’t I believe you?”

Before I can second-guess myself, before logiccan pull me back, Alexis cups my jaw and crushes his lips to mine. The kiss isdemanding, unapologetic, his tongue teasing my lower lip until I let him in.Heat flares through me as he explores my mouth, a wildfire consuming everythingrational, pooling low in my belly. My fingers clutch his shirt, fisting thefabric, anchoring myself to him as his other hand grips my hip, possessive andfirm.

He pulls back just enough for his breath toghost against my lips, “On your knees.”

A shudder wracks my body, but I obey withouthesitation, sinking between his legs as though my body was created for hiscommand. My breath stutters, memories of Luca staring down at me with hispiercing gaze flashing through my mind. Alexis leans forward, threading hisfingers through my hair, his grip firm—not painfulbut in control.

“You know what you have to do for me to crossthe line,gattina.”His words hiss through his lips as though he’s barely holding onto his ownrestraint, silk, and steel, seductive and dangerous. “If that’s what you want.”

He waits, staring down at me, knowing thedesires that linger in me better than I do. “Now, beg.”

My lips part, but no sound escapes. My throatis dry, my pulse has a frantic drumbeat. The weight of his command settles overme, intoxicating, dizzying.

“Don’t make me wait.”

“Please,” I whisper.

His eyes glitter like gems, his lips drawinginto a smile that could corrupt the purest heart. His fingers graze my lips,tracing the shape of my mouth. “Suck,” he orders, pressing two fingers past mylips.

I obey, hollowing my cheeks around him,tasting the salt of his skin. His breath hitches, and his grip tightens in myhair. He pushes further, past the back of my tongue into my throat, testing me,and I open it for him the way I’d need to accommodate this long, thick cock.The dark pleasure in his gaze makes my stomach clench and heat coil tighterbetween my legs. I squeeze my thighs together in rhythmic pulses, seekingfriction, anything to alleviate the throbbing ache.

And then—

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