Page 34 of Daddies of the Underworld

“So sensitive,” Dante muttered against my neck. “So responsive.”

I hated him a little bit for sounding so calm when I could barely think.

Matteo stood in front of us, watching. His eyes were dark, his shirt open at the throat, and his sleeves rolled to his forearms. “Clothes off.”

Oh shit. My pulse thrummed so fast it felt like a hummingbird in my chest.

Luca undid the buttons on my blouse, opening them one by one and kissing each inch of skin he revealed.

Dante held me from behind, his rough palm spread over my stomach and his thumb stroking the underside of my breast through my bra. When Luca pushed the shirt off my shoulders, his breath caught.

Three of the most powerful men I’d ever met, and the sight of me in my bra and skirt held them captive.

Now that was power.

Luca kissed the swell of my breast above the lace, Dante’s mouth kissing a trail down my shoulder. Matteo walked closer, his eyes hooded. My skirt went next, Luca lowering it over my hips while Dante kept me steady. Cool air brushed my thighs, and I shivered.

Matteo touched the strap of my bra. “May I?”

The question, from him, undid me. “Yes.”

He slid one strap down, then the other, taking his time until the bra fell away.

I almost crossed my arms over my chest, but Dante caught my wrists and pulled them around gently behind me. “Don’t hide.” The roughness in his voice brought out a needy whimper that would embarrass me any other time.

The way he’d pulled my wrists around caused my breasts to jut forward, and my hands were in a perfect location to cup his balls. So I did.

He groaned and pushed into my hands, closing his hands over mine and holding them in place while he pumped.

The thick ridge of his cock pushed into my spine, reminding me of how he’d filled me mere days ago.

Luca sank to his knees in front of me.

My brain stopped. “What are you doing?”

He looked up, eyes warm and wicked when he winked. “Worshipping.”

Matteo kissed me as Luca rubbed his cheek over my hip, then lower. He kissed the inside of my thigh, and Dante’s hands tightened over mine. Heat spread through me so fast my skin went tight and hot.

Luca dragged my panties down, following the path with his lips until I was bare in front of him. “Beautiful.” He kissed the inside of my thigh again. “Mine first to taste?”

It took me a second to realize he wasn’t asking me but the other two men.

Matteo was the one who looked at me, the question in his eyes. “Nina? Would you like Luca’s mouth on you?”

“Yes.” Please.

Luca smiled, then his mouth closed around my clit and the world fell apart.

I jerked, but Dante held me steady, one arm now banded across my ribs, the other sliding up to cup my breast. Matteo swallowed my gasp, kissing me deep as Luca licked me with slow, filthy precision.

Every thought scattered. Dante’s fingers tightened on my nipple, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make my hips rock over Luca’s mouth.

Matteo pulled back enough to watch my face.

His thumb moved along my lower lip as Luca pushed one finger inside me, then another, stretching me with maddening care while his tongue circled my clit.

Dante kissed my neck again. “Let go.”