All Chapters of Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Punishment sex

~ELENA~“I want your cock inside me,” I tell Vincenzo and smile seductively when I hear him groan.He can't resist me. Not with that groan that emanated from him.But I'm surprised when he steps back.“You won't be getting my cock tonight, baby doll,” he says, taking another step away from me.I sit up straight on the bed and my face morphs into a frown and confusion…. because what does he mean by I won't be getting his cock tonight?So what then happens to the throbbing ache in my pussy?? I'm never going to let that happen. I'm never going to let his sexy, veiny cock pass me by.“But why?? Why won't I be getting your cock?” I ask.“Consider it your punishment….For letting that guy touch you at the club. I saw you flirting with him. I saw smiling at him. You shouldn't smile at any other guy if it's not me,” he says darkly.“Including Nico and Riccardo??” I taunt.His eyes darken and his jaw tightens.“Except my brothers,” he says firmly, very firmly. “But

Will I be able to handle them??

~ELENA~Vincenzo can take my cunt, take my ass, take my throat. He can take me and do whatever he wants with me.When I see the anger in his stare, my heart leaps, because the rage has come from the depths of him.I give myself up completely as I choke and drool. He has full control now and he uses it, leveraging my hair so strongly that my scalp burns. His dick is slick with spit and he buries his way into my throat so far that my ears ring, my nose crushed against his stomach.I suck in the breath of my life when he finally pulls out of me, and that is when he spurts—Long, hot streams into my face, splattering my tongue, my hips, my cheeks, and jetting one load straight into my fucking eye.I am blinking stinging cum as he puts his face up close to mine, my breath still ragged.“Now, will you flirt with another man or smile at him after that? Do you want another man's cock?” He asks me. “Tell me now and you better mean it.”His voice is simmering with je

Curiosity

~ELENA~I am standing right in the middle of the room, staring at the three brothers who might destroy each other because of me, and battling within me if I should choose one amongst them and end everything here and right now.“Are you sure everything will end after you choose one?? Don't you think it'll make everything worse and make the brothers really fight each other?” A voice in my head asks.I want to reply that the others promises to step back when I make a choice, but staring at the faces of my stepbrothers who are staring right back at me makes me realize that it won't be possible.I don't think any of them will be able to step back without a fight.My possessive, obsessive, protective stepbrothers.I suddenly don't have the strength to deal with them right now, and of I don't act fast, they will fight each other.“Please, can you guys return to your room? I really need to sleep as I'm feeling tired and stressed out,” I force myself to say.“What exact

Down at the attic

~ELENA~My chest tightens as I hold the key tight in my hands.Sophia Romano. What really happened to you?I move toward the closet on instincts. There are two closets in the room–one where my clothes are kept and the other that looks untouched, close to the shelf that was covered with a curtain.It's surprising how I have been in this room for days but I'm just noticing these things now.When I slide the door open, air rushes out—cold, stale, untouched.Her clothes are still here.A row of dresses. Some casual, some elegant.All perfectly hung. No sign of decay. No sign of time. As if she’ll open the closet any minute now and pull one of them out.My fingers trail along the fabric.A white silk dress. A black velvet one. A red one that looks like it would fit her like a second skin.The shoes remain lined up neatly at the bottom. Heels mostly. A few flats. Nothing out of place.This room feels lived in yet abandoned. Loved yet locked away.It’s… unsettling.W

Sophia's diary

~ELENA~The attic is a frozen shrine.Boxes stacked against the walls, an old sofa, a broken mirror, a typewriter, doll houses with missing parts… but what makes my stomach twist is the wall covered in photos.Not ordinary photos.Photos of the triplets’ mother….with her face scratched out.Scratched out violently, over and over, deep enough to tear the paper.“What the hell…” I whisper.A chill trickles down my spine.Something glimmers in the corner of the room—an old wooden chest with a metal latch.I go closer to it and take a good look at it. The letter “S” is written on it.It must be her box and the key with the letter “S” I am holding in my hands must be the key to the box.I crouch beside the box, take the key from my hands and insert it into the padlock hole.It click open immediately.Wow!How long have these keys been in Sophia's room without nobody finding out about it?I take a look at the contents of the box.Inside are diaries. At least ten of

More evidences

~ELENA~How?How can this be possible?How can a man murder his own wife and daughter?? How can a man be so cold and ruthless?? How can a man be a monster??He's the one training his sons to be cold and ruthless. He's teaching them to be monsters….to kill without emotions.No wonder he wanted a son. He wanted people who would take after him.For Sophia's mother to have been so scared when she saw a gun, she didn't know her husband was in the Mafia family.Was that why she wanted to escape? Did she tell someone about it? And Lorenzo got angry and killed her??That means the brothers aren't safe either. Lorenzo could kill any of them at any time too.I remember seeing so many bruises and marks on their bodies and I'm sure it must have been inflicted by Lorenzo.I remember how he had punished them when they rescued me from Giacomo.I sigh deeply.Sophia must have hidden more. The triplets couldn't find out about this because they couldn't bring themselves to

Something is wrong

~ELENA~I burst into the house like a storm tearing through glass.“Vincenzo! Nico! Riccardo!”My voice shatters the silence, raw and frantic, echoing down the corridor. My lungs burn as I stumble into the sitting room, chest heaving, heart slamming so violently it feels like it might rip its way out of me.They rush in almost immediately.All three of them.Barefoot. Half-awake. Tense.Vincenzo is first….his eyes sharp despite the hour, body already positioned in front of me like a shield. Nico follows, jaw tight, scanning the room instinctively as if expecting danger to materialize out of thin air. Riccardo comes last, concern etched deep into his face when he sees me.“Elena?” Riccardo says urgently. “What’s wrong?”I bend forward, hands braced on my knees, dragging in air like I’ve been underwater too long.“I— I need to speak to my mom,” I gasp. “Right now. Please. I need to talk to her now.”Vincenzo’s brows draw together. “Your mom?” He steps close

My mother is gone

~ELENA~“Open the door,” Vincenzo commands. It isn't directed to anyone in particular, but Riccardo walks towards the door.He opens the door, and I see that Vincenzo is right.One of Lorenzo’s men stands there….Marco, the tall one with the scar across his jaw. But this time, he looks… pale. His hands tremble slightly as he removes his cap.Riccardo’s voice is low, sharp. “What is it? Where are you here so early in the morning? Is Father aware of the fact that you're here?” “Yes. I was sent by the boss,” he says, voice cold. I stand, staring curiously at the man in black who is still standing at the door.He doesn’t need to come inside.“Speak up, Marco. Why are you here?” Vincenzo's voice booms. “There’s been… an incident,” the man says quietly. “It happened two nights ago.”“What is the incident all about?” Nico asks.Marco swallows hard, his eyes flicking toward me before he answers. “It’s your mother,” he says quietly. “Donna Isabella.”The word slices

Returning back to Florence

~ELENA~Two days now and I can't stop thinking about my mom. I miss her so much. So so much that it hurts so bad.I thought I will be fine but I'm realizing that grief doesn’t leave all at once.It stays. It settles into my bones like winter, turning everything cold and slow and heavy.This is the second time I'm feeling this way. First was when my dad died, and now it's my mom.I'm really now an orphan. A girl without no parents.Days pass….at least I think they do. Time has stopped making sense. Morning looks the same as night. Food tastes like nothing. Voices sound distant, like they’re coming from another world I no longer belong to.I barely speak. I barely move.My stepbrothers hover around me like shadows….watching, worrying, whispering when they think I can’t hear. They try to make me eat. Try to distract me. Try to pull me back into a world that no longer has my mother in it.Nothing works.I sit by the window in my room most of the time, knees pulled

Do what you came for

~SEVEN DAYS AGO~The night bleeds silence.The phone rings while Lorenzo sits in his study, half a glass of scotch untouched before him. The lamp burns low, painting gold on the papers scattered across his desk. He doesn’t even flinch when the phone vibrates….only glances at the name flashing on the screen.Matteo…One of his boys.He lifts the phone to his ear, voice calm and measured. “Yes.”A pause follows….. too long, too heavy.“Boss…” Matteo’s voice cracks. “It’s… it’s Donna Isabella.”Lorenzo straightens slowly. “What about her?”“There was an ambush on the highway. Two black SUVs, unmarked. We fought back, but….” Matteo swallows. “Her car got hit by a trailer and it got crushed.”The world stills.Lorenzo doesn’t speak. Doesn’t breathe. He just stares into the dim light, expression unreadable.Matteo continues, voice trembling. “It looks like a hit from the Bianchi men. I’m sorry, Boss. We….”The line goes dead.Lorenzo lowers the phone, his reflection trembling in the glass

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