All Chapters of Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~ELENA~I can’t breathe.Not because I’m suffocating, but because I’ve never felt so alive. Every part of me burns…. my throat, my thighs, my lips. My skin is hot, raw, sensitive, as though they’ve written their names across me with every kiss, every thrust, every brutal promise.I’m shaking from need.From the way Riccardo’s hands are still gripping my hips possessively, holding me up as if he knows my legs won’t work yet. From the way Nico’s thumb drags over my swollen bottom lip, forcing my gaze to stay on him. From the way Vincenzo hovers close, his breath brushing my ear, his presence grounding me even as I float somewhere above my own body.I should feel ashamed.I should feel dirty.But I don’t.I feel theirs.Completely, entirely theirs.And the realization doesn’t scare me. It makes my chest ache, my stomach clench, my body throb all over again.“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Riccardo murmurs against my hair, his voice low, almost reverent

~ELENA~I wake up to warmth.Not just the kind from the heavy duvet wrapped around me, but from the solid weight of bodies pressed against mine on both sides.For a moment, I don’t move. My body aches in the best way….sore, spent, but humming with the memory of last night. My brain is still foggy, my muscles deliciously sore. My throat is dry, and yet…I feel good.Better than good.Safe.I should feel embarrassed, maybe even guilty.But I don’t.I feel…whole.I blink my eyes open and see Nico first, his face inches from mine, his lashes long against his cheek as he sleeps. He looks younger like this, softer. The smug grin he always wears is gone, replaced by something almost innocent.Riccardo is behind me, his arm slung heavy across my waist, holding me to him like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go. His chest rises and falls slow and steady against my back.And Vincenzo…he’s awake.He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless, watching me with th

~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but who the fuck gave him that information about me been at Elena's school yesterday.“Why did you suddenly decide to go back to school and do your masters? Father asked. “I remember asking the three of you to do that, but you all refused.”Yes, father is right.He had pressured my brothers and I to go back to school and do our masters because it's one of the criteria in becoming the mafia heir, but we all refused after our sister had died, because she'd been our number one cheerleader and rooting for us to do our masters.My brothers and I are yet to find out the real cause of our sister's death, but Riccardo suspects father has a hand in her death.But it's weird right? Can a father really kill

~ELENA~I shove my books into my bag and march to the courtyard, Gianna and Valentina trailing behind me like they’re going to the movies.Sure enough, Nico is still there, standing like some dark prince who owns the whole damn school. When I get close enough, he pushes off the lamppost and closes the distance between us in three long, easy strides.“Care to explain,” he says, voice low but sharp, “why random girls are bribing you with pastries to get my attention?”“Oh, so you saw that?” I fold my arms, refusing to let him intimidate me. “What, are you stalking me now?”He smirks. “I don’t need to stalk you. Your scent draws me in from a mile away.”I glare at him. “She came to me. I didn’t ask for it” I tell him.His jaw tightens. “What did you tell her?”“That I’m not your messenger and she should tell you herself,” I snap.He studies me for a long moment, then steps closer until I’m forced back against the nearest tree.“Good answer,” he murmurs, his vo

~ELENA~Vincenzo doesn’t take his eyes off me as he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto my couch in the room.“Stand up,” he orders softly, but there’s no room for disobedience in his tone.My legs feel weak, but I obey, standing slowly from the bed.Riccardo steps closer, his dark gaze locked on me, and I suddenly feel trapped between the three of them.Nico smirks, clearly not backing down completely. “See? She listens to me just fine. Maybe she likes it when one of us takes control” he teases.Vincenzo’s head snaps toward him, his glare sharp enough to cut glass. “Then you’ll watch while I remind her who she belongs to” he drawls.My breath catches.Is Vincenzo being so defensive and possessive over me right now??Nico raises a brow but doesn’t argue this time. Instead, he drops back into my desk chair like a spectator settling in for a show, his arms folded over his chest.Riccardo steps behind me, and I feel the heat of his body against