All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie : Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

**Bella’s POV**By the end of our fourth week on the island, the paradise we had carved out for ourselves began to feel both like heaven and a beautiful cage.The days were still golden — lazy mornings spent making love in the sunlight, afternoons floating in the infinity pool or walking hand-in-hand along the private beach, evenings filled with long, intense, passionate nights that left me sore, satisfied, and utterly owned by the two men who refused to let even an inch of space exist between us.But beneath the pleasure, a new tension was growing.It started small.A phone call Victor took in the study one afternoon, his voice low and clipped. A encrypted message Nico received on a burner phone, his jaw tightening as he read it. The way they both started scanning the horizon more often when we were outside.They tried to hide it from me.They failed.Tonight, the tension finally broke.We were in the master bedroom, the balcony doors wide open to let in the warm night breeze and

**Bella’s POV**The sixth week on the island brought the first real crack in our fragile paradise.It started subtly — a satellite phone ringing at odd hours, Victor disappearing into the study for long stretches with a furrowed brow, Nico spending more time on the roof with binoculars, scanning the sea for boats that didn’t belong. They tried to shield me from it, but I felt the shift in their touch. The way their hands lingered a little longer, the way their kisses grew more possessive, more urgent, like they were trying to memorize every inch of me before the world came crashing back in.Tonight, the tension finally snapped.We were in the master bedroom, the balcony doors wide open to the warm night breeze. The sound of waves crashing below mixed with our heavy breathing and the soft moans that filled the room.I was on my back in the center of the massive bed, completely naked, legs spread wide.Nico was between my thighs, his mouth devouring me with slow, deep licks while three

**Bella’s POV**The island had become our entire universe.By the middle of the sixth week, time had lost all meaning. Days were measured in the slide of skin against skin, in the taste of salt on lips, in the way the sun painted our naked bodies as we moved together under the Caribbean sky. My belly had rounded further, a gentle, undeniable curve that both men worshipped with reverent hands and hungry mouths every single day.This particular afternoon felt heavier than most.We were on the large daybed beside the infinity pool, the sun high and merciless above us. The breeze was warm, carrying the scent of coconut oil, sea salt, and the faint musk of sex that clung to all three of us constantly now.I was on my back, completely naked, legs spread wide.Nico was between my thighs, his mouth working me with slow, devastating precision. His tongue dragged long stripes from my entrance to my clit, then circled the sensitive bundle of nerves before sucking it gently into his mouth. Two th