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“Give the orders,” I say. “Then come back. Ourlittle mafia princess needs all her kings around her.”

As they reluctantly leave to handle business,I tip Aemelia’s chin, drawing her away. My dick is glossy with her spit anddark with arousal. “You did so well,” I tell her. “That can’t have been easy,knowing you were being watched.”

“I liked it,” she whispers, her cheeks pink.“I liked their eyes on me.”

Of course, she did. I bend to kiss her, alldeep tongue and urgency, and then I pull back, leaving her panting.

“When they come back, do you want them towatch, or more? They can touch you, lick you, fuck you. Whatever you want,we’ll give it to you.”

She rests her hand on my thigh, her eyesclosing like she needs the safety of the dark behind her eyelids to consider myquestion. She’s so pretty that looking at her, taking in her beauty is lightforcing its way through cracked walls.

“I want you all,” she says, “but how?”

“You don’t need to worry about anything, mysweet, innocent girl. Let us take care of you. And any time it gets too much,and you want to stop, all you have to do is sayfermari,remember,and we’llstop. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Come sit on my knee.”

She rises demurely and settles into the spaceshe rested in before, her face buried in my neck. I stroke her arm and link myfingers with hers. She wears no rings, and her ears carry no jewels. This lifehasn’t been fair to her, taking her wealth, her status, her dignity, deliveringlittle of the kind of love she deserves, but I resolve to make it right.

“Understand something, Aemelia. You belong tome,” I say, gripping her jaw fiercely. “Every inch of you, from the tip of yourpretty tongue to the soles of your feet. Mine to touch. Mine to worship. Mineto ruin.”

Her whimper of agreement is all I need tohear.

Once upon a time, AemeliaLambrettiwas a mafia princess. Now I’m going to make her a queen.

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AEMELIA

WALK WITH US

I rest in Luca’s arms while he holds my hand,his lips brushing over my forehead, whispering words in Italian that sound likea love song. His voice is low and deep, each syllable a promise, a spell thatweaves around me, making it impossible to remember a time when I didn’t cravehis touch. His arousal is evident, pressing against my stomach, but for now,he’s content to hold me, to anchor me in this moment.

But I can’t forget how easily he coaxed meinto taking him in my mouth, how controlled he was as I sucked him, the way hespoke as if I wasn't on my knees, my lips wrapped around him. Knowing hisbrothers were there, watching him own my mouth, was mortifying and arousing inequal measure. Shame flooded me, but it was fleeting, replaced by somethingmore dangerous—acceptance.

LucaVenturi is the boss of his family, and today, he became the boss of me.

His power takes away all the noise in my head,the fear, the anxiety, and the demands of life, leaving only peaceful silencein its wake.

How long before they return? How long will Ihave to wait?

Without Luca bending me to his will, my mindspins with questions. What happens when they’re done with me? When they’vetaken me together, when there’s nothing left to explore, will they send mehome?

The thought makes my stomach turn. I don’twant to go home. I don’t want to step back into myaunt’s suffocating apartment, heavy with thescent of approaching death and despair, where I’m the only one trying to keepeverything from collapsing. I’m only twenty, yet I have three dependents. It’stoo much. It always has been too much.

But the truth is even harder to face.

Wanting to stay with my captors, the mendetermined to erase half my bloodline should be unforgivable, even if it’s thehalf who despise me. And yet, the Venturis have protected me, cherished me,given me a sense of safety I've never known. How messed up is it that I feelsafer in the tank of sharks than I ever did on the shore?

“Do you need some water? Something to eat?”Luca’s soft voice pulls me from my thoughts

“Water would be good,” I admit, surprised athis consideration. I guess strict mafia bosses can also be thoughtful.

He shifts, gently lowering me onto the bedbefore tucking himself away. When he leaves the room, I take a moment to rub myhands over my face, breathing deeply. This is real. This is happening.

Am I really going to do this? Be with all ofthem?

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