Page 70 of Daddies of the Underworld

“No.” He breathed out a quiet sigh. “About touching you and finding out you were real.”

My fingers curled into his shirt, and when he brushed a kiss on the corner of my mouth, I turned to meet him. Matteo remained in front of me, and when he rested a hand on my waist, I pressed my hip closer to him, inviting him in. Matteo’s grip tightened, and the edge of control on his face slipped.

Luca took advantage of my gasp when Dante pressed in from my other side, the bastard. His mouth covered mine without hesitation. Five years of wanting combined into one moment. I opened for him, and he groaned as his tongue swept over mine, one hand cupping my jaw while the other slid into my hair.

The sound he made undid me. I’d missed that sound, missed the way Luca kissed like every second was just for me. His teeth grazed my lower lip. “There’s our bella.”

“Don’t be smug.”

He laughed, the sound warming me all the way to my toes. “I was born smug.”

Matteo’s hand slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, his palm spreading over my bare skin, fingers flexing against my waist before sliding higher. He stopped, his palm firm on the softness of my belly where I’d carried Sofia. Dante kissed the side of my neck, and I tipped my head back for him until our lips collided.

He kissed nothing like Luca. Dante was all fire, his touch consuming and setting my body ablaze. The ache I’d been trying to ignore since the moment I saw them burst into a pool of liquid heat. I couldn’t get enough of them. “Bedroom,” I gasped against Dante’s mouth.

In an instant, he swept me off my feet and carried me down the hall, straight to my room. “If you want us to stop, say it.”

“I know how to say stop.” I huffed and tugged at his shirt, baring the column of his neck and kissing the smooth skin along his collarbone.

Matteo stared at me over Dante’s shoulder. “Say it anyway.”

The command should have annoyed me, but I’d expected it. And I couldn’t deny it sent heat straight to my core. “If I want you to stop, I’ll say stop.”

Luca undid the buttons on my shirt while Dante lowered my feet to the floor. “And if you want more?”

I groaned as Dante’s fingers slid beneath my shirt and over my ribs. “Then I’ll say that too.” I winked at Luca. “I want more.”

Luca bent his head, taking a nipple into his mouth. My body betrayed me so completely I ought to be embarrassed. A soft sound slipped from my throat, and all three men surrounded me. Luca’s hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightened to an aching point. Matteo lowered his head and kissed the side of my throat, biting down lightly.

I jerked between them, and Dante took advantage of the moment to remove my shoes, socks, and then push my pants and panties down. His lips created a heated path from my hip to my spine, then up to the back of my neck. He cupped a hand between my legs, his thumb slipping in to rub my clit.

He caught my hip when I rubbed against him, seeking more. “Let us hear you.”

“Can’t.” I panted as the pleasure spiraled high and hot. “Can’t let her hear. Oh god. Dante. Need you inside me.” I reached back and grabbed his pants, trying to undo the zipper.

He slipped a finger inside me, and I melted into his arms. “Give us quiet sounds only we can hear.” He pumped his fingers into me while undoing his pants and sliding his cock between my legs.

I whimpered at the feel of him gliding alongside his fingers. He forced my legs wider open, then eased his cock inside, removing his fingers but keeping pressure on my clit.

My eyes rolled back as he filled me. Matteo and Luca sucked my nipples, each of them helping hold me upright when Dante began thrusting slow and deep. My breaths sharpened, the sounds of my gasps mingling with the steady slap of flesh. My body clenched around Dante, my orgasm greedy and immediate.

Luca groaned into my breasts. “Fuck, Nina.”

“Yes. Please.” I rocked my hips over Dante, nowhere near done with him or any of them. My scalp tingled, my bones turning liquid as the orgasm stretched on and on. Dante knew how to work my body. They all did, and they plucked, teased, and stroked until I writhed in their arms. Dante wrapped a hand around my throat, his thumb on my pulse point. I arched into him, my nails scraping his thighs.

“Damn it.” Dante panted in my ear. “I wanted to drag this out for hours, but you’re too damned perfect, Nina. I can’t wait any longer.”

I kissed the underside of his jaw and we came together, his face twisting into a grimace of pure pleasure. His cock pulsed, and I shattered around him.

24

LUCA

I helped Nina onto the bed when Dante pulled out, then covered her with my body. Her nails bit into my back, and she whispered my name into the room. For a little while, the years between us burned down to nothing but sweat, heat, and fulfillment. I pumped my hips as slowly as I could, driving us both insane as need built into something intolerable.

Her hips rose to meet mine, and the little whimpers in the back of her throat sent pleasure up and down my spine in time with her nails.

“Luca. Please.” She arched upward, and I took advantage of the moment to nip the underside of her breast before sucking on a nipple until she writhed. I needed this to last as long as possible, but I had waited so long to have this again that my body betrayed me far too soon.