Todos los capítulos de Revenge on the Billionaire Triplets: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

AMELIA POV Alonso looks down at me with fire in his eyes, and it feels like I've put my finger into an electricity socket and I've come alive again. The last four years are wiped away as I drown in his eyes when he lowers his body on top of mine. He braces himself on his forearms and lowers his forehead on mine. I feel everything. His breath on my face as he gazes deep into my eyes like he's trying to climb into my soul. Again, I get the feeling that this is a different Alonso, in the past he would have been inside me by now. He kisses me reverently. "Remember what I said earlier. Are you sure you want to do this?" My pussy is practically weeping for him, of course I want to do this. How the hell is he practicing so much self-control? "Yes!" I literally sob. "Please fuck me." He growls and kisses me hard, then he enters me in one go and I clamp up around him, my unused muscles screaming as he plows straight to the end of me. He breaks the kiss and keeps his body s

AMELIA POV Nana holds her phone away from her ear as my mother shouts at her from the other side. I hear the words "you better come home," but Nana just rolls her eyes at my mother's dramatics before she ends the call. "This girl has some nerve." Nana mixes the champagne into the orange juice like she didn't just hang up on her daughter. "She forgets that I'm her mother." I take a nervous gulp of the mimosa and shift in my seat. I'm deliciously sore from the night before. I even missed the morning after feeling of being pounded by Alonso. "Do we have to go back today?" I want to know because there's a key with my name on it and a security code to give me access to Alonso's apartment. I wonder what his place will look like. The last time he shared a house with his brothers, so it would be interesting to see what his individuality would look like. Do I still wonder about Alessi and Arcangelo? Yes, I do, but for some reason, my curiosity for them has died down slightly ever

AMELIA POV My heart is still thumping wildly in my chest at almost being watched by the other two brothers again, and my clit is throbbing from when Alonso was rubbing it over my panties. I'm nothing but a slut, because I can't help thinking what might have happened if Alonso didn't stop. I saw how Alessi's eyes burned on my exposed breasts and how Arcangelo was rubbing his hard-on over his black jeans. I knew they still wanted me. They made it very clear, and I can't help but imagine what it would feel like if all three of them had their hands on me. I would've loved to be a fly on the wall in that hallway. What is Alonso telling them? He returns from the hallway, his eyes angry on me and his defined muscles tense as he quickly approaches me. His expression reminds me of the time he fucked me out by the swimming pool, and my body instinctively prepares itself for the impact. My back hits the counter, and he steps in front of me, his bare chest pressed against mine as hi

ALESSI POV Arc and I are losing whether we accept it or not. Amelia is willingly spending time with Alonso and Arc and I are trying to force our way inside, just like in university. We're going to need to reassess and reevaluate. I know she wants me. She was definitely attracted to me when I followed her into that bathroom stall. The difference is that Alonso actually has her number. They're in contact, and they're definitely already fucking again. I don't know if I'm feeling impressed or jealous. Maybe a little bit of both. The question is, am I going to hang on in the competition, or am I going to tap out? "Hey, a few of us are hitting up that bar everyone is hanging out at." One of my colleagues tells me in the locker room after a grueling shift. I lost two patients I was in charge of today. Two. And one surgeon had me tell the family. Granted, the man was already in his eighties, but he had kids and grandkids and great-grandkids, and they were all absolutely devas

AMELIA POV I'm a prisoner in my own home. After spending the night at Alonso's place, his driver took me back to the hotel, and I even went through the back entrance again, only to find my father waiting for me in my hotel room. He was not impressed with me, and I felt like a scolded teenager. My grandmother objected to us leaving, but I quietly packed my bag, and we came home with him. I couldn't bear seeing the disappointment on his face. He's never looked at me like that. I don't go down for breakfast like usual. I opt to stay in my bedroom and sit on the wide windowsill, looking out of the window to the garden beneath. I love the garden, but today, it just seems dreary and dull. I have to get to New York. It's Alonso's first game tomorrow, and even if it's only pre-season, I know it's a big deal. The team is new and already burdened with criticism from experts and fans alike, and I just need to be there for him. There's a knock on the door, and my mother peeks in