Page 90 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

These men are going to make me a part of theirfamily.

I don’t have to choose between them or find away to live without them.

Alexis, Antonio, and Luca Venturi are my knights in shining armor,after all.

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I lay on the bed drenched in their warmth, myskin still buzzing with the aftermath of their touch. My body feels boneless,weightless, wrecked, and adored all at once. The silk sheets stick faintly tomy skin, damp with sweat and remnants of their devotion, but I don’t want tomove.

Because I’m surrounded by them.

By my men.

By their hands and mouths, their strength and tenderness,their claim that will never let me go.

Luca’s weight presses into my side, solid andgrounding. His hand drifts idly along my stomach, fingers tracing lazy circlesover my skin. Possessive, even in tenderness. His face is buried in the crookof my neck, his breath hot and damp against my skin, and he kisses methere—slow, reverent presses of his lips—like he still can’t quite believe he’sallowed to touch me like this. “Sweet girl,” he whispers slowly, like he’s onthe edge of falling into dreams.

Antonio rests behind me, spooning me, hisbroad chest forming a wall of safety against my back. One of his arms is thrownheavily over my waist, an anchor that keeps me right where he wants me. Hishand cups my breast lazily, thumb lazing stroking over my tight, sensitivenipple as though he has nothing else in the world to do but touch me. His mouthpresses softly against the back of my shoulder, rough stubble rasping over mytoo-sensitive skin, sending a faint shiver down my spine. The gentle scrape ofhis teeth sends a shiver of arousal through me. “Why do you smell likestrawberry ice-cream?” he murmurs, making me chuckle.

And Alexis is sprawling across my legs, hischin propped on my thigh, grinning like the devil. His hair is still damp fromsweat, curling slightly at his temples, and his lips are swollen from too manykisses—my kisses. His fingers skate along the inside of my calf, barely touching,just teasing, even though we’re all spent and sated.

“I think you’ve finally killed me, kitten,” herasps, voice low and drowsy but still full of heat. “I’m a goner. Completelyruined. Dead.”

I smile sleepily and lift a hand, brushing hisdamp hair from his forehead, then let out a shaky breath. I’m not sure if it’sfrom their words or their touch.

Maybe both.

Because I feel it everywhere.

Their devotion. Their love. Their claim.

It hums beneath my skin, soaking into mybones, branding me in ways deeper than any mark ever could.

Alexis shifts, sitting up on his knees, thedips of his muscles sculpted by the shadows and I stare at him, no longer shyto take in the raw perfection of his body or the cock that hangs heavy betweenhis thighs.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” hesays, sliding his hand up my thigh and resting it on my hip possessively.

“What is it?” I ask.

“The problem with Cohen… it’s not going to bea problem anymore.”

“How?” I ask, my heart picking up speed in mychest.

“You don’t need to know the details, kitten.Just know that anyone who thinks they can harm you or take you from us will bedead before they draw their next breath.”

Before I have a chance for the information tosettle, or to respond, he continues.

“You were made for us, kitten,” His voice is likegravel sliding into silk as his fingers grip my hip. “Every inch of you.”

I shudder at the certainty in his voice, atthe reverence in his touch.

“You’re ours,” Luca growls, his voice dark andrough as his lips skim the corner of my mouth.

“Ours,” Antonio echoes against my throat, hishand tightening on my waist.

And I feel every syllable deep in my chestlike an iron promise seeping into my bones, binding me to them.

They’ve claimed me. My saviors, my protectors,my mafia kings.

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