Page 78 of The Wrong Mafia Bride
"I—" I start, but Luca's hands tighten on my thighs, holding me in place.
"Don't think," Luca murmurs, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosts across my lips. "Just feel. Just tell us what you need."
My heart is hammering now, desire and nervousness warring in my chest. I look between them. Luca, still pressed between my legs, his wet shirt clinging to his chest, his green eyes bright with want. Gabriel, standing a few feet away, his controlled exterior cracking to show the desire underneath. Dante beside him, darker, more intense, his jaw tight with barely restrained need.
All three of them waiting. All three of them giving me the choice.
"What do you want, Bella?" Gabriel asks, and his voice is rough, strained with the effort of control.
"Tell us," Dante adds, his voice lower, rougher than Gabriel's. A command wrapped in a question. "We need to hear you say it."
I bite my lip, considering. Dante was supposed to be at the compound dealing with his father, but clearly those plans changed. We have the house to ourselves. Romeo is gone. And I want—God, I want?—
"I want—" My voice comes out breathy, uncertain. "I want all of you." I force myself to meet their eyes, one by one. "All three of you. Together. Now."
Luca's grin turns absolutely feral. "Fuck yes."
"Are you certain?" Gabriel's question is quiet, serious, even as his eyes blaze with want. "Once we start, we won't stop until you're thoroughly satisfied. Until you can't walk. Until you're so full of us you can't think straight."
"I'm certain," I breathe, my pulse racing.
Dante crosses the distance in three long strides, his hand coming up to grip the back of my neck, possessive and sure. He doesn't ask permission. He just takes my mouth in a kiss that is all dominance and barely leashed hunger, his teeth catching mybottom lip hard enough to sting, hard enough to make me gasp against his mouth.
When he pulls back, I am panting, my lips already swollen. Gabriel is there immediately, not giving me time to catch my breath. His hand cups my jaw, gentle where Dante was rough, turning my face toward him. His eyes search mine one last time, looking for any hesitation, any doubt. "Last chance to say no, Bella."
"I don't want to say no," I whisper, my voice shaky with need. "I want to say yes. To all of you."
He leans down and kisses me, and it is so different from Dante—controlled where Dante was wild, gentle where Dante was rough, precise where Dante was possessive, methodical where Dante was consuming. His kiss is a slow exploration, a deliberate claiming, coaxing rather than demanding. But no less intense. No less devastating.
When he pulls back, I am breathing hard, my heart racing, caught between all of them, and I have never wanted anything more.
"Right here," Luca says, his voice rough with need, breaking the moment. "Kitchen counter works just fine for what we're about to do to you."
Luca's hands slide from my thighs up to my hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my shorts. "These are in the way." He looks over his shoulder at Dante, a challenge in his eyes. "You want to help, or you just gonna stand there and look pretty?"
Dante's mouth curves into something dark and hungry. His answer is to step forward, his large hands covering Luca's, dwarfing them. Together, they peel my shorts and underweardown my legs in one rough, efficient motion, the fabric sliding over my skin. The cool air kisses my bare flesh, and I shiver, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable on the kitchen counter. Gabriel's eyes burn a path over my naked lower half, his gaze so intense it feels like a physical touch.
“Look at her,” Gabriel murmurs, his voice a low rasp. “Soaked already, just from the anticipation.”
Luca pushes my knees apart, wider, baring me completely. He lets out a low whistle, all crude appreciation. “Fucking hell. She’s a mess. And we haven’t even started.” He looks up at me, that wicked grin back. “You’re gonna show them how dirty you can get for us, right, Flower? You’re gonna be our good, dirty girl.”
His words coil tight in my belly. I nod, breathless.
“Use your words, Bella,” Dante commands softly from beside me. His hand comes up to cradle my cheek, forcing my eyes to his. The blue is almost black with need. “Tell him.”
“Yes,” I gasp out. “I’ll be dirty for you. For all of you.”
Luca groans, lowering his head between my thighs. He doesn’t kiss me there. He just… breathes in. The sensation of his warm breath against my slick heat makes my hips jerk. “Smells like heaven. Tastes like sin, I bet.” He flicks his tongue out, a quick, teasing stripe that has me crying out. “Mmm. Even better.”
He dives in, and the world narrows to the hot, wet suction of his mouth, the skilled flick of his tongue over my clit. My head falls back against the cabinet behind me with a thud. A moan rips from my throat, raw and unfiltered.
“That’s it,” Gabriel murmurs. He’s moved closer, his hands sliding up my bare sides, pushing my shirt up. His callousedpalms scrape over my ribs, then cup my breasts through my bra. “Let us hear you. Let us know how good he’s making you feel.”
Dante’s lips find my neck, biting down on the tendon there, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to claim. “So responsive,” he growls against my skin. “Every little touch, every taste. You’re so perfect for this, for us.”
Luca works me with a ruthless, focused hunger. He licks and sucks, his fingers sliding inside me, curving just right. Pleasure builds fast and sharp, a coiled spring in my core. I’m panting, my fingers tangling in Luca’s blonde curls, holding him to me.I’m close. So close.
Just as the first tremors begin, Luca pulls away.
