AUCTIONED TO HER DAD’S MAFIA ENEMIES: A MAFIA AGE-GAP REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE (AUCTIONED SERIES Book 4)

A MAFIA QUEEN

They surround me, touching, kissing, watching. My mind spins with sensations and the feeling of letting go. All my life I’ve held my chin high, my back straight, ready to shoulder my family’s burdens, but with the Venturis close, I feel like I can let everything go.

Their toughness makes me want to be soft; their masculinity draws out my femininity. I want to bend to their will, let their strength envelop me, and experience the relief of not needing to worry about anything other than their hands and mouths on me.

All I want is to be held and protected.

Luca, who was so in charge when we were alone, remains remote, but I can feel his eyes blazing against my skin, feel him watching his brothers begin to take me apart. I want him to tell me what he expects of me. I want to know that I’m pleasing him, even as I please his brothers.

In so little time, he’s infiltrated my psyche.

“Take off your panties, Aemelia,” he says as Antonio slides his tongue into my mouth, and Alexis pushes down my nightdress and runs his finger around my tight nipple. I push the lace over my hips and pull my legs up so I can get my underwear over my knees. When they’re off, Luca hums with approval.

“Open your legs, pretty girl. Display yourself to me.”

Heat floods me, flushing my cheeks and making my body tingle. I let my knees fall open, but it’s not enough for Luca.

“Use your fingers,” he says. “Spread yourself open.”

Both Alexis and Antonio have pulled back to look down at me, nightdress revealing everything but my belly, face as warm as the sun, fingers lowering to tease open my labia as Luca had ordered.

The air is cool over my heated, sensitized flesh. I’m wet, and my clit is swollen. I close my lids as three sets of eyes zero in on the place between my thighs.

“Fuck,” Luca growls. “Look at that sweet pussy. Look at the way our princess is showing us what’s ours.” He moves closer, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of my knee, inhaling. I shiver as our eyes meet over the length of my body, and he burns me with the longing in his eyes.

He flicks open the buttons of his shirt methodically. Too slow. I watch as he reveals his strong throat, a sliver of muscular chest, tanned skin, and a dusting of dark hair across his pecs. Lower, his belly is tight, a dark trail leading to the cock he made me suck. My mouth waters as he pushes the fabric from his body, and I take in the majesty of Luca Venturi shirtless.

“Hold her,” he tells his brothers, who each take one of my arms in their rough hands and anchor my wrists above my head. Like this, my body is stretched tight, my breasts round and high, my belly concave. Luca pulls the nightgown from beneath me and tosses it to the floor, then spreads me wide with hands on the inside of my thighs.

“What do you want, princess?” he asks, kissing my ankle, making me shiver.

“Please,” I whisper.

Alexis chuckles, but Luca’s expression is cool and serious.

“Please, what?”

I bite my bottom lip, unused to the game but desperate to please him. “Please, Daddy. Lick me.”

He closes his eyes at my words, and a shudder of pleasure runs through him. Then he dips lower and presses a tender kiss against my clit. “So sweet,” he murmurs, kissing again. “So perfect.”

Alexis leans closer, his handsome face filling my vision. “You’re at our mercy, totally within our control,” he says, his eyes dancing. He kisses my mouth, licking under my top lip, savoring me, and Luca does the same between my legs, and then he whispers, “But you have all the power, little kitten.”

I shake my head, and he chuckles. “Look at us, worshiping at your body like an altar.”

Letting my gaze drift from his, I find Antonio close, his mouth hovering over my nipple, and Luca, his blue eyes blazing as his tongue presses into my hole. I can’t move, can’t even wriggle; they’re holding me so tightly, but Alexis is right. This feels like worship.

They’re not taking from me. They’re giving. Pleasure, safety, the reverence of their touch. I soak it all in, letting it wind my body higher and higher until I’m quivering and whimpering, and Luca is humming his approval against my flesh. He pushes one thick finger inside me, curling upward, beckoning against my inner walls, and I throw my head back as I’m swept away in a tidal wave of release, lights bursting behind the darkness of my closed eyelids, a keening, desperate sound escaping my lips. Antonio grips my face and kisses my cheeks, whispering. “That’s it, Aemelia. Take it. Let go. Let it all go,” and I know he sees everything I’ve been trying to hold together my whole life.

Tears leak from my eyes, and he kisses them away, stroking my face. “We’ve got you,” he says. “You don’t have to worry about anything ever again.”

I tremble and Alexis releases my wrist and kisses the soft skin as Luca does the same on the inside of my thigh. I reach for Antonio, drawing his mouth to mine and we kiss, tongues tangling, hands roaming. The hiss of belts tugging through loops and pants hitting the floor provides background noise to our passion, and knees nudge the underside of my thigh as someone climbs between my legs. The cock that’s shoved inside me is thick, but I’m slick from my orgasm, and it no longer feels like a strange intrusion to be filled. When whoever is inside me begins to move, I draw back from Antonio to find Alexis and Luca have switched places. Luca is now at my side, his fingers playing with my nipple as Alexis thrusts, his hips undulating, his expression tight and focused.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he says, resting his hand over my belly, his thumb stroking around my too-sensitive clit.

“Climb on top of her,” Luca instructs Antonio. “Give her your dick.”

While Antonio finished undressing, Luca props me up with two pillows so that when Antonio straddles my upper body, my face is angled to take him. He holds himself, uncertainty widening his eyes, but it drops away when I lick the tip of his dick and wrap my lips around it, sucking gently. I’m not experienced at blow jobs, but Antonio takes charge, sliding his hand under my head and curling his huge, muscular tattooed body over me as he pushes his cock between my lips, over and over. He doesn’t work himself in too deep. He’s careful, keeping our eyes locked, watching for my responses, staring at me like he can’t believe we’re together this way. Alexis is thrusting harder now, hitting deeper, and I hum with pleasure, which makes Antonio leak precum over my tongue. “Fuck,” they both say at the same time as sensations curl tighter.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I glance at Luca, finding him sitting in a chair, watching, his thick cock in his hand, his pulls slow, tight, and long. Our eyes meet, and he smiles, nodding his approval, and then I get lost in the push and pull and the bone-softening knowledge that Luca is pleased with me.

“I’m close,” Antonio hisses.

“Fuck.” Alexis’s thrusts grow uncoordinated as his dick swells, and then he pulls out, jerking himself over my belly as Antonio freezes over me, shooting his cum over my tongue and down my throat. I swallow, watching him come apart, the salt-sweet taste of his release wiping everything from my mind. He strokes my cheek, slipping from between my lips, his eyes glazed and his movements shaky. When he climbs from me, Alexis is still pumping his cock in his hand, his eyes between my legs, his tattooed arms blazing like the inferno around my heart.

“Very nice,” Luca says. “For an innocent girl, you take my brothers well.”

“She was made for us,” Alexis says, brushing his fingers through the mess he made and stroking them over my clit. I jump at the sensation, which makes him smile. “So sensitive.”

I turn to Luca and reach out my hand to him. “Daddy,” I whisper.

“Come here.”

Antonio and Alexis give me space to slide from the bed and approach Luca. I stand in front of him, my arms hanging limply at my sides, and I gaze down at my body to see what he sees. My belly is marked with Alexis’s release, which trickles into the soft curls at the apex of my thighs, and my nipples are red tipped from their mouths and teeth. My lips feel swollen, and my hair must be a mess, but he holds out his hand eagerly. “Come sit in my lap.”

Drawing me forward, I settle on his thighs with my legs spread. He runs the back of his hand over my nipple, each knuckle nudging it to a sharper point. “Did you like what they did to you?” he asks, wetting his lips.

“Yes.”

My cheeks heat, and he smiles. “But you want more.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His hands grip my ass, pulling me forward. “Are you sure?” He slides the head of his cock through my wetness, and I shudder.

I shake my head because I know that’s what he wants: a little game where he can flaunt his power and take what he shouldn’t.

“Don’t worry, princess. It’ll only hurt a little.”

He notches at my entrance, and I watch as he forces the head of his dick inside me, his thickness spreading me open. Then he shoves hard, tugging me down, and I gasp at the stretch. It does hurt because I’m sore, but he was right. Only a little. A perfect violation.

Resting my hands on his shoulders, I brace myself as he throbs inside me and latches onto my nipple, biting down. When I cry out, he licks me like a cat, soothing the hurt.

“Hold her hands,” he says, and Alexis responds, peeling my arms from his brother’s shoulders and securing them behind my back with his strong fingers.

Luca moves my body like I’m a doll, a plaything, but he doesn’t take his eyes off mine, trapping us together in an unbreakable stare, one that pins me in place more effectively than Alexis’ grip. Luca’s fingers trace along my jaw, achingly slow, his touch possessive and reverent like he’s memorizing the shape of me. The heat in his eyes is sharp, searing through me with unspoken promises of things I can barely dare to fathom.

He tilts my chin higher with a single knuckle, forcing me to expose my throat to him, and a dark smile tugs at his lips, one that’s more predator than man. My breathing quickens, shallow and uneven, but I can’t look away. I don’t want to.

“Like this,” he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. His thumb brushes over my lower lip, testing its softness, his expression darkening when I tremble beneath his touch. He likes it. My vulnerability. My surrender.

Alexis’ fingers flex around my wrists, his grip tightening ever so slightly as though reminding me of my captivity. His breath skims the shell of my ear, and he chuckles softly, the sound low and wicked, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Look at you,” Luca continues, his gaze molten steel as I move in slick strokes, taking his cock as deep as I can. His hand drags down my throat, slow and deliberate, letting me feel every calloused inch of him as he travels lower. “So fragile… so fucking beautiful.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Ours.”

The possessiveness in that single word makes my knees buckle, but Alexis holds me steady, his chest pressed firmly to my back. Luca notices, of course. He always notices. His eyes glimmer with satisfaction as he watches me sway helplessly between them.

“Hold her tighter,” Luca orders, his voice barely above a growl, but there’s no mistaking the authority in it. Alexis obeys instantly, his arm a cage around me, keeping me upright.

And then Luca’s mouth slants over mine, rough and claiming, no hesitation, no softness. His lips demand—command—as his fingers wrap around my throat, holding me exactly where he wants me. His kiss is all fire and dominance, and I meet it with a helpless moan, starving for more.

My wrists flex against Alexis’ grip, but he doesn’t loosen his hold. Instead, he tightens his fingers, breathing against my ear with a dark, satisfied chuckle.

“You’re not going anywhere, bella,” Alexis murmurs, his voice thick with sinister amusement, his grip unyielding. “You’re exactly where you belong.”

Antonio approaches, his gray eyes a storm of hunger and uncertainty, and he strokes my arm, then my breasts, watching my skin pebble with goosebumps.

“Play with her clit,” Luca orders, and when Antonio circles there gently, I buck on Luca’s cock.

Luca leans in just enough to drag his teeth over my lower lip, his eyes hooded and feral with lust. He brushes his lips against mine again—a cruel ghost of a kiss—before pulling back entirely, leaving me trembling.

He trails a finger along my throat one last time, and his voice comes out low and wrecked. “No more running, Aemelia.” His eyes blaze with warning. “Never again.”

Then he thrusts up hard, holding me in place, ruthlessly pounding into me until I’m coming again, as fast as a whip crack. “Oh God… oh… fuck… I… I…”noveldrama

“That’s it,” he growls, “Yes. Fuck. Yes. Come all over my cock…” Then he jerks inside me, spilling into my pussy, mashing my pelvis against his, my name on his lips like a prayer. “Aemelia, fuck, yes, do it. Take it. Take my fucking cum.”

And I do. We’re a mess between our bodies, and I’m limp and wrecked, but it’s okay. It’s more than okay. It’s perfect.

Antonio instructs Alexis to release me and lifts me from Luca’s lap. He carries me like a sleeping child to my waiting bed, resting my body gently against the crisp white comforter. Antonio lowers me with such care that it makes my throat tighten, and the tenderness in his touch undoes me more than the bruising grip of Luca’s hands or the merciless strength in Alexis’ hold.

He lingers over me, his breath warm against my temple as he presses my body into the mattress. His palm glides down my arm, his fingers tracing lazy patterns into my skin as though committing me to memory. I exhale shakily, blinking up at him through the haze of my wrecked desire.

“Rest, bella,” he murmurs, his voice a low, rasping command, but there’s a softness there, a gentleness he doesn’t bother to hide. His knuckles graze my cheek, featherlight, and his eyes—storm-dark and heavy-lidded—search mine with almost unbearable intensity.

I should be spent, too weak to respond, but the way he looks at me like I’m some rare, exquisite treasure he never thought he’d hold ignites a whole new ache deep in my chest. My fingers tremble as I reach for him, slipping over his shoulder and his chest.

“Stay,” I whisper, barely more than a breath.

Antonio’s eyes flicker, raw and vulnerable, before he lowers his head, pressing his forehead to mine. His exhale is heavy, shuddering, and his hand slides around the back of my neck, holding me like a man on the brink of losing himself.

“Aemelia,” he rasps, but his voice betrays him. Low and wrecked, heavy with longing he can’t suppress. His lips hover near mine, so close I can feel the heat of him, but he doesn’t close the distance.

“Please,” I breathe.

His throat works around a sound that’s almost a groan, but then he gives in. Of course, he gives in. He always will.

His mouth claims mine, slow at first, a brush of lips, delicately testing, but the softness doesn’t last. His grip tightens at the base of my neck, anchoring me to him as the kiss deepens. It’s not the same punishing hunger Luca had given me, not the teasing desire Alexis always wields. Antonio kisses me like he’s breaking. Like he’s giving me a piece of himself he’ll never get back.

His hands slide down my body, reverent and possessive, and I arch beneath him, desperate for more. But he pulls back suddenly, hovering over me, his breath ragged.

“No more tonight,” he rasps, his voice thick. “You need to rest.”

I blink up at him, confusion knitting my brow. “But I want—” What do I want? More sex? My body is sore and weak, and my mind a swirling mass of confusion and need.

“No.” His voice is hoarse but firm. His lips part on a ragged exhale, and he rests his forehead against mine once more, desperately grounding himself and rolls to his side. “We won’t touch you like that again, Aemelia.”

But does he just mean now? Or… is this it?

A cold, hollow fear flares in my chest, twisting through my ribs like a cruel hand squeezing the life from my heart. They’ve taken what they wanted with ruthless hands and hungry mouths. Is this their revenge now? To cast me aside? To send me home, back to the wreckage of a life I was desperate to escape? Or worse—to finish what they started and end me altogether?

No.

I won’t believe it.

They’re brutal men, ruthless, calculating, and dangerous, but they have hearts. Scarred and bruised, yes, tarnished by blood and vengeance, definitely. But still capable of tenderness, deserving of devotion in their own jagged, broken ways.

I glance at Luca, my eyes searching his handsome, scarred face desperately. He’s still seated, watching from his vantage point, but his hands are curled into fists on his thighs, his knuckles white. His expression is hard, almost impassive, but his eyes betray him. Midnight blue, dark with unspoken emotion, they’re locked on me like he’s barely holding himself back, like if he moves, he might destroy everything.

My gaze flicks to Alexis, who stands slightly apart, his fingers clamped around the back of his neck, gripping so tightly his bicep flexes. His chest rises and falls heavily, the cords in his throat straining with the effort to contain whatever dark, restless emotion simmers beneath his skin. But his eyes are on Antonio, watching him fight for restraint with an unreadable expression, half resentment, half reverence.

And then I look at Antonio, the man who refused me when I would’ve given him everything. His broad shoulders are tight with tension, his fists flexing at his sides. His head is bowed slightly, as though he’s fighting his own demons, or maybe just battling the urge to come back to me.

I can’t take it.

“I don’t want to go home, Luca,” I whisper, my voice trembling but loud enough for all of them to hear. My eyes find him across the aching space between us, and I reach for him, stretching out a trembling hand that suddenly feels too small, too weak, but desperate to touch him.

“I can’t go back there,” I plead, my voice barely above a breath. “I want to stay here. With you.”

Luca’s eyes darken with something primal, something so fiercely protective that it robs the breath from my lungs. His chair scrapes back sharply, and before I can blink, he’s on me, closing the distance between us in two powerful strides.

“Ssh, kitten,” he murmurs, gathering me into his arms and pulling me against his chest as if I belong there. His voice is a low, soothing growl laced with possessiveness.

“You don’t have to go anywhere,” he promises as his brothers gather closer. “You’re safe now. You’re ours.”