Page 33 of Daddies of the Underworld

Luca reached under the table and took my hand. “Say what you want, Nina. Plainly.”

“I want all three of you.” It came out so fast my chest caved.

Matteo’s chair scraped slowly across the floor. It was a deliberate sound, because in all the time we’d spent together, they were never careless. He rounded the table and held out his hand. “Then come here.”

Just like that? I didn’t let myself stop to question it. None of them said things they didn’t mean. I slid my hand into his.

He pulled me to my feet and turned me so the backs of my legs rested against the edge of the table. “You understand this does not happen because you are grateful. It is not some way you think you can repay us.” He placed a finger beneath my chin and tilted my head up. “We do this because we all want it. It is for pleasure only.”

I curled my fingers into his shirt. “Matteo, I want you. I want Luca, and I want Dante. If you make me say it more clearly than that, I’ll probably burst into flames.”

Luca snickered at that. “One clarification, if I may?” He held up one finger, then waited for Matteo to nod. “When you say all three. Do you mean at one time, or would you prefer to spend time with each of us at separate times. Because, either, or both, can be done.” He stood, his smile warm and wicked enough to make my knees weaken and my pulse race.

Dante rose on my other side, silent and powerful, his gaze fixed on me with so much hunger my body reacted immediately.

I pressed my thighs together to try and hold back the pulse of need.

“Nina?” Luca whispered my name, his knuckles caressing my cheek. “We need an answer before we can proceed.”

My mouth went dry at what he offered. Which did I prefer? “All of you.”

Matteo caught my chin and turned me back to him. “Eyes here.”

Heat burst through me. “Yes.” He framed my face in his hands, threading his fingers through my hair and sweeping down. “You like that.”

“I like a lot of things.” I hadn’t meant it sexually, but it sounded that way, and I stopped before I corrected their assumption when all three of them gave me heated looks.

Matteo kissed me in that slow, controlled way of his. His mouth moved over mine with slow, devastating strokes, one hand at my jaw, the other moving to my waist.

He kissed like we had all night and he planned to use every second. My hands slid up his chest, and his control slipped just enough that he shivered.

Luca’s hand skimmed my bare arm, fingers tracing from wrist to elbow as Matteo’s tongue slid along mine. The combination ruined me.

Matteo broke the kiss and took my hand. “Bedroom.”

My stomach flipped harder this time.

Luca swept my hair over one shoulder and brushed his mouth near my ear. “Still sure?”

“Yes.” God help me I might die if I didn’t find out what it felt like to have all three of them with me.

The bedroom connected through a set of double doors.

The room beyond was all cream linens and ornate carved wood with an open terrace that overlooked a private garden.

Dante crossed the room and closed the doors, then pulled the curtains over them.

Luca came around me, walking me backward with my hand in his while Matteo removed his cufflinks and set them on the dresser.

Dante locked the bedroom door.

It was all so new but so familiar that I relaxed into Luca’s hold when he kissed me.

He slid his hands along my waist, then lower, drawing out a gasp.

Dante stepped up close behind me and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck.

My knees buckled, and Luca caught me with a low laugh that turned rough when Dante slid a hand beneath the hem of my shirt and flattened it over my stomach.