Semua Bab Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Bab 11 - Bab 20

~ELENA~Vincenzo pins me to the door and takes my lips in his, kissing me hard and passionately.The kiss lingers for a moment, hot, raw and passionate before he abruptly steps back. Like he just crossed a boundary.“Leave now, please” he growls. “Now that I'm still able to control myself.”“Vincenzo” I call softly but he looks away.“Please, just go” he begs.I just nod.And I leave.I don't run.But I don't look back either.Because if I do…I won't be able to walk away. ~VINCENZO~The moment the door clicks shut behind her, I press my palm to it—like maybe I can still feel her warmth lingering there. Like maybe I can stop myself from chasing after her.But I don’t.I ball my fist and slam it once into the wood.Fuck.The room feels colder.Even with the fire still burning behind me, licking the logs in steady hunger, I feel ice in my chest.She's gone.But her scent still lingers. That soft taste of trouble.God. What the hell wa

~ELENA~Nico's lips graze my cheeks…almost a kiss.Almost.And then the gym door swings open.“Damn!” We both exclaim.Riccardo walks in, towel over his shoulders. He pauses, eyes flicking between our too-close bodies.“Everything okay here??” He asks, voice neutral, but brows raised.Nico straightens up and climbs off me slowly like he's not embarrassed at all.“Just helping Elena stretch,” he says.Riccardo looks at me, then Nico, then walks past us without a word, heading for the bench press.I sit up quickly, cheeks burning, heart pounding like a war drum.Nico tosses me a wink.“Next time, we'll skip the massage and go straight to what we both want” he says.And just like that, he walks away.Leaving me hot, bothered, and breathless on the mat.Dear God.What am I getting myself into??****It's later in the afternoon that my mom walks into my room, after I open the door for her.“Hey, sweetheart,” she says softly.“Hi, mom,” I reply.She glances around

~RICCARDO~I've always been the quiet one.The calm one.The brother who doesn't speak unless he must. The one they think won't snap.But quiet doesn't mean soft.And tonight? The quiet one is ready to kill.I sit still. Too still.The wine glass in my hand trembling slightly, the steam threatening to snap.I'm watching him.That man. That bastard. That walking stain.Giacomo Morreti.He oozes into the chair beside Elena like he's already claimed her. His eyes roam over her like she's meat.His hand…too close.His voice…too familiar.His presence…Unforgivable.The silence inside me is no longer calm.It's deadly.My brothers are already showing signs…Vincenzo with the ticking jaw, Nico coiling his napkin like a garrote.But I'm…I'm watching, memorizing, calculating.When Giacomo leans closer to Elena…when I see her tense…that's when it happens.His hand disappeared beneath the table.And her body stiffens.I hear the sound of my glass shattering before I realize

~ELENA~I walk toward Nico, grab him by his collar and crash my lips against his, kissing him hard and passionately.The kiss is hot, hungry…and for a moment, the kiss is all there is.Nico groans low in my throat, his hands immediately going to my waist as he pulls me closer, so close our bodies are flush and every part of me feels the hard press of me.“Fuck!”“Shit!”Both Vincenzo and Riccardo cuss out at the same time.“What the fuck is going on here?” Riccardo asks.I expected cockiness from Nico, something teasing…but what I got was raw, possessive and ready.Our lips move together in a fevered rhythm, his tongue claiming mine like he's been waiting years for this.I moan softly into his mouth, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling, demanding more.“Fuck,” he whispers when we break apart just enough to breathe. “You're dangerous, Elena.”I smirk, chest rising and falling, heart slamming against my ribs like a war drum.“You ask for a reward. I'm

~ELENA~“I want her next,” I hear Riccardo say.Vincenzo moves aside, eyes burning. “She's yours, fratello.”Riccardo grabs my hips. His injured hand doesn't stop him.He flips me onto my hand and knees on the couch, and without a word, slides into me…hard and thick and possessive.I scream his name.He moves like he's trying to break me apart and put me back together in the same breath, like every thrust is a punishment and a prayer.Nico's hand strokes my hair as he leans down to kiss me again, soft this time.And Vincenzo watches, touching himself and waiting for his turn again.“I want to fuck her from the back,” he says.My eyes widens.I'll have two dicks inside me at once??“Do you want that, my vixen?” Riccardo asks.The way he say my vixen ignites something dangerous in me.And I say yes.“You're such a slutty little bitch, ain't you?” Nico teases.Riccardo lay me in a way that both he and Vincenzo will be able to fuck me at the same time.Riccardo f