Todos los capítulos de Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Capítulo 401 - Capítulo 410

~FIORELLA~I squeal as Lucas rolls us as one, his bodyweight pinning me to the bed.Looking up at him, I search for his beloved features. And my fingers go up to touch his thick, sexy hair.I look into his beautiful eyes fringed with long black lashes any girl would kill for. He's so handsome.Dropping my gaze, I concentrate on his full, very kissable lips.From experience, I know how soft they are and how they easily curve into a smile. When he grins broadly, a dimple appears in his right cheek.Forget handsome….. My man is freaking gorgeous.As he gazes down at me, I feel bathed in his love.“I wish we weren't on a trip with limited clothes. I would have loved to dress you up as a naughty school girl, and then bend you over the table, and whip your ass hard,” Lucas says.“Lucas!” I gasp in surprise. “What a wild and naughty imagination you've got!”He chuckles hard.“Don't be too surprised at my naughty self. Not everyone gets to see it,” he says.“So I should count myself lucky??” I

~FIORELLA~“Is it Fiorella… or Marcella?”The question hangs between us. And I don't know why I ask it again.Maybe because some foolish, desperate part of me is still hoping that hearing my name from his lips will make everything okay.Maybe I'm waiting for him to look at me and say it without hesitation.‘You.’Just one word……one damn word.And I'd probably forgive him for everything.I'd probably let him pull me back into his arms.I'd probably convince myself that what happened tonight was nothing more than a mistake.A terrible, humiliating mistake.But Lucas doesn't say anything. He just stares at me, and that silence destroys the tiny piece of hope I was desperately clinging to.My chest tightens, and my throat burns.I stare at him, waiting, counting the seconds as I wait.He still doesn't answer, and something inside me cracks…. a quiet, devastating crack somewhere deep inside my chest.And suddenly, I understand.He can't choose me, and it's not becau

~LUCAS~I stare at her.For several seconds, neither of us says anything.The room is silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of my own breathing.Fiorella is sitting on the edge of the bed, her phone clenched tightly in her hand.She looks furious. But underneath the anger, there is something else….. real fear.I've seen Fiorella angry.I've seen her frustrated, irritated, arrogant, stubborn, sarcastic, and completely impossible.But I've never seen her look like this.Her eyes are fixed on the screen, and there's a strange tension in her face that makes me sit up straighter.“Why don't you want to go to Italy?” I ask her, but she doesn't answer.“Fiorella?” I try again.She simply shakes her head.“I'm never going to Italy, Lucas,” she says with a firm and final voice.“Fiorella.....”She sighs heavily and throws her phone onto the mattress beside her.“I said I'm not going. Leave me the fuck alone, Lucas.”“That doesn't answer my question. Why are you no

~LUCAS~Three hours later, I arrive in Milan, Italy.The moment I step out of the airport, I stop for a second and simply look around.I'm actually here in Italy.The thought should excite and disturb me at the same time.It does, in a way.But there's an emptiness sitting right in the middle of that excitement.I breathe in deeply, adjusting the strap of my bag over my shoulder as I look around at the unfamiliar surroundings.Milan is beautiful.Not beautiful in the same way Scotland is beautiful.Scotland has this wild, almost haunting kind of beauty. The cold air, the old buildings, the green landscapes, the dramatic skies.Milan feels different. It feels elegant and alive.There is something sophisticated about the city, even from the little I can see around me.The architecture catches my attention almost immediately. The streets are busy without feeling chaotic, and everywhere I look, there are beautiful buildings standing beside modern ones as though the old and new have simply

~CAMILLA~“Shit! Shit! Shit!”I mutter as I sprint down the street so fast that I'm beginning to wonder if my legs are actually attached to my body or if they're simply moving on their own.My bag is hanging halfway off my shoulder, and I'm sure one of my books must be sticking out of it.My hair is a complete disaster. It's flying happily in the air. And I'm still not sure if I actually closed my room door. I might have left it open like before…because I was rushing out. But now, I don't have the time to go back to check properly.I have a fucking school test, and it starts in fifteen minutes.“Oh God! I might actually miss the test, and Esmeralda is definitely going to kill me if I do that,” I say to myself.Okay, maybe that's dramatic.But at this exact moment, it feels appropriate.Okay, I fucking need a car right now!I shouldn't have refused when dad wanted to get me a car.If I had a car, I would have driven recklessly to school to beat the time and not run around like a headl