Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Alexis chuckles darkly from behind her. “Looks like our little kitten is ready to play.”
Luca leans back in his chair, watching with the cool detachment of a king surveying his kingdom. But I know better. I see the way his fists clench, the heat simmering behind his ice-blue eyes. He might have had her first tonight, but we’re far from finished.
Aemelia trembles in my grasp, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants against my lips. Her hands fist the fabric of my shirt like she needs something to ground her, to tether her to the moment before she’s swept away. I slide my hands down the curve of her spine, relishing the way she melts into me, trusting, eager. She was made for this—for us. For me.
Lowering her onto the mattress, I spread her out 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 my kiss. She’s utterly wrecked already, and I haven’t even begun.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. “Do you know that?”
She shakes her head slightly, and something deep in my chest tightens.
“Then let me show you. I’ll kiss you until you forget you were ever afraid. I’ll hold you so close you won’t remember where you end, and I begin. And when I’m done, you’ll only know one thing—you’re mine.”
I capture her lips again, this time slower, savoring her taste, teasing her with my tongue until she gasps against me. My hands map her body, memorizing every dip, every delicate curve, the way she arches into my touch, seeking more.
Alexis sits beside us on the bed, his fingers skimming 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 gaze flickering to him, and my stomach clenches when she exhales. “Yes.”
Alexis smirks, trailing his fingers up her thigh, his touch featherlight. “Good answer.”
Luca remains where he is, a predator biding his time, watching with cool detachment, but the tension in his frame betrays him. He’s waiting. He wants her as much as we do.
I grip her thighs, spreading them slightly as I lower myself, my lips skimming her jaw, her throat. She whimpers, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging, needing more.
Alexis leans down, capturing her lips as I trail my tongue along the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth.
“You’re ours now,” I growl against her skin, my hand sliding beneath her nightdress, inching it up. “You’re my obsession. My sickness. 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 chin toward him. “Say it, kitten.”
Her lashes flutter, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m yours.”
I groan, pressing my forehead against her shoulder, barely holding myself back. I want to ruin her, to claim her in every way possible until she knows—until she feels—that there is no escaping us.
Luca finally moves, prowling closer, his voice deep and authoritative. “Then let’s make it official.”
Aemelia shudders, her fingers tightening on me, her body caught between submission and hunger.
Tonight, we show her exactly what it means to belong to the Venturis.
35
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’ve held my chin high, my back straight, ready to shoulder my family's burdens, but with 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, let their strength envelop me, and experience the relief of not needing to worry about 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 him watching his brothers begin to take me apart. I want him to tell me what he expects of me. I want to know that I’m pleasing him, even as I please his brothers.
In so little time, he’s infiltrated my psyche.
“Take off your panties, Aemelia,” he says as Antonio slides his tongue into my mouth, and Alexis pushes down my nightdress and runs his finger around my tight nipple. I push the lace over my hips and pull my legs up so I can get my underwear over my knees. When they’re off, Luca hums with approval.
“Open your legs, pretty girl. Display yourself to me.”
Heat floods me, flushing my cheeks and making my body tingle. I let my knees fall open, but it’s not enough for Luca.