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

Day 3

LUCA

The sun is a dying ember on the horizon, spilling streaks of molten pink, yellow, and orange like flames across the sky, turning the ocean into a shimmering field of gold. I lean against the wooden railing of our overwater villa, a glass of whiskey forgotten in my hand, and watch her.

My woman.

My obsession.

Our obsession.

Aemelia stands ankle-deep in the crystalline water, the waves licking at her calves, the hem of her gauzy white cover-up damp and clinging to her thighs. The sea breeze plays with her hair, sending wild strands whipping around her face, and she laughs softly at the sensation. That sound cuts through me like a blade made of light. I’ve spilled blood for her, but I’d spill oceans more to hear that laugh.

I set my glass down and stalk toward her. She senses me before I reach her—she always does—turning slightly, a sly smile tugging at her lips. I wrap my arms around her from behind, dragging her back against my chest, inhaling the scent of sun-warmed skin and saltwater. She melts into me without resistance.

“You’ve been staring at me for ten minutes,” she teases, her voice a sweet rasp. “I was starting to wonder if you’d gotten bored.”

I let out a low hum and brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “Bored?” My voice is rough, thick with disbelief. I turn her in my arms, cupping her jaw in my palm, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. “No, princess. Why would I be bored when I have the best view in the world?”

Her gaze softens, but she doesn’t speak. Instead, she presses her forehead to mine and lets me breathe her in. For the first time in my life, there is no power play, no battle for dominance, just peace.

I tilt her chin up and catch her mouth with mine. Soft at first. Reverent. Like a man who’s still afraid his dream might slip through his fingers. But when she makes a needy little sound, I deepen the kiss, claiming her slowly and thoroughly, like I have all the time in the world.

Because with her, I do.

I carry her into the calm ocean, relishing the gentle lap of the waves against my thighs as the water rises around us. The sea is warm like liquid silk slipping over our skin, and she clings to me, her arms twined around my neck, her legs locked around my waist. She’s weightless in my arms, her soft, sun-kissed body pressed so perfectly against mine it feels like she was made for me.

The dying sunlight highlights the graceful line of her bare shoulders, the delicate slope of her neck, and the curve of her spine. I run my hand slowly down her back, and she shivers when my palm flattens over the curve of her ass, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips. I capture the sound with my mouth, swallowing it down like a man starved.

“You feel that?” I murmur against her lips, voice rough, heavy with possession. “The ocean around us. The sky over us. The sand below us. My money, my name, my power…” I cup the back of her neck, holding her so she can’t look away. “They could take all of it from me, and I wouldn’t fucking care.” I press my forehead to hers, my voice nothing but sand and salt air. “As long as I have you.”

Her breath catches, and she fists her hands in my hair, dragging me closer until her mouth crashes back into mine. The kiss is desperate and consuming, raw with everything we’ve fought for. I can feel her trembling slightly in my arms, but she doesn’t pull back. No. She only holds tighter, sinking her teeth into my bottom lip, demanding more.

I let out a low, gravelly groan and give her exactly what she wants, slanting my mouth over hers, drinking her in with deep, drugging kisses. She clings to me, her hands demanding against my skin, gasping softly as the cool water ripples around us, brushing over us in lazy caresses.

“Luca…” she breathes, her voice barely louder than the waves.

And the sound of my name on her lips, fragile and wanting, wrecks me.

I tighten my hold on her, anchoring her hips flush against mine, letting her feel how much I want her. The smooth brush of her thighs around me, her calves tightening with a slow, sensual squeeze, ignites the darkest, hungriest desires in me.

I tip my head back slightly, just enough to look at her, and she stares down at me with wide, unguarded eyes, vulnerable in a way that makes my chest ache. She traces her thumb along my jaw, brushing over the stubble, and her gaze softens, so full of tenderness and trust it nearly brings me to my knees.

“I love you,” she whispers, the words so soft they almost vanish into the ocean air.

But I hear them. Fuck, do I hear them?

They stop my heart and freeze my body, drawing my arms tighter around her, knuckles whitening with the need to hold her closer. My throat works hard against the ache that rises there. She’s said it before, but now, with the stars in her eyes and the sea at our feet, it feels holy.

I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs trembling slightly as they stroke over her cheeks. “Say it again.” My voice is barely there, rough and broken, but she hears it.

She leans in, her mouth brushing against mine, her breath warm and sweet. “I love you, Luca. My husband.”

I close my eyes for a beat, feeling the weight of it—the promise, the gift of it—pour over me like baptism. Like salvation.

Aemelia makes me want to be a better man worthy of her innocence and love. I don’t know what that will mean when we leave this paradise and return to the prison of our lives, but I have a feeling that nothing will remain the same for long.

When I open my eyes, I meet her gaze fiercely, my voice hoarse and cracked from the force of what I feel. “I will never stop loving you. Not for a day, not for a minute. Never.”

And then, I kiss her again as the sky loses the warmth of the day, with the taste of salt forever lingering on our lips.

Day 4

ANTONIO

The night is still, except for the rhythmic lap of the waves against the stilts of our villa. Luca and Alexis left an hour ago to play cards in a bar up the road so that I can spend some time alone with Aemelia. It’s been our arrangement since we arrived, and I’ve relished the intimacy it brought to our time together.

I sit on the edge of the bed, propped against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of me. The silk sheets are bunched around my waist, and Aemelia is tucked into my side, her head resting on my chest. She traces idle patterns against my skin, her fingertip gliding over the small scars and jagged marks that tell the story of my life. A life that existed before her and a life that now only makes sense with her in it.

She runs her finger over a narrow scar just below my ribs, the mark from a knife fight years ago. Her lips brush the raised flesh as if her kiss alone could erase it. I catch her wrist and still her hand, bringing her fingers to my mouth. I press a kiss to each knuckle, reverent and tender. She doesn’t realize how easily she undoes me with a gesture so small.

“You’re quiet,” she whispers, tilting her head back to look at me. “Are you okay?”

I turn to my side, pinning her beneath me. She gasps softly, but her eyes never leave mine. She trusts me. Completely. That knowledge sends a dull ache through my chest. She’ll never know all my sins, but she accepts me as I am—a flawed man in a flawed world. A man who’d do better if my circumstances were different.

“I’m more than okay,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I’m wondering how I ever lived without you.”

Her lips part slightly, eyes going soft and glassy. I lower my head, kissing her slowly, deliberately. My hands slide down her sides, revering every inch of her, memorizing the slope of her waist and her skin’s warmth.

“You’re mine, Aemelia,” I rasp against her lips, my voice shaking slightly with the weight of the truth. “But you’re more than that. You’re my peace. My redemption. My reason.”

Her breath catches, but she doesn’t look away. She cups my face in her hands, tilting her head slightly, and kisses me back with a slow, aching tenderness that makes my pulse throb in my throat.

The world outside these four walls could burn, and I wouldn’t care.

I let my hand drift between her legs, stroking through the stickiness of our release and sigh from a bone-deep contentment that’s new and unfamiliar. We talked about birth control, but Aemelia’s ready to start a family. Knowing she might be pregnant with our child has made us even more protective of her if possible.

She squirms against my touch.

“Again?”

She reaches out for my semi-erect cock. “Are you complaining, old man?”

I pin her to the bed so fast, she squeals. “Who are you calling old man?”

“No one.” Laughter bursts from her as I grab at her side to tickle her.

“Oh, yeah? Want me to show you what I’ve learned with all my extra years of experience?”

She bites her lip, playful and sweet, and I spread her legs with my thighs and thrust so deep inside her that she cries out.

The lock beeps, the door opens and Luca and Alexis stroll into the villa casually like we’re watching TV, not in the middle of fucking.

“Well, what do we have here?” Alexis drawls, his eyes glimmering with heat, already reaching for the back of his shirt and tugging it over his head in one fluid motion. His grin is all hunger and sin, but Luca’s eyes?

They blaze with raw, unrepentant possession.

I cant my hips, driving into the Aemelia just the way she likes, and she moans, pinching her nipples in time with my thrusts. Luca watches, his jaw tight, his chest heaving with slow, heavy breaths, and then he moves.

Efficient. Controlled. Like a predator finally closing in on his prey.

He unbuttons his shirt, every flick of his fingers deliberate and slow, his eyes locked on Aemelia’s.

When the fabric falls away, he kicks off his pants, his thick cock already flushed and full, aching with intent.

And then he’s on her, replacing her fingers with his mouth, latching onto one perfect, pebbled peak and sucking hard enough to pull a broken whimper from her throat.

Alexis is already there. He catches her moan in his mouth, kissing her deeply, savoring the soft, needy sounds she makes. His hands roam her body, knowing exactly where to linger, where to press, where to claim, until he finds her clit and circles it slowly, teasing her until her thighs quake around us.

We move like a well-oiled machine, synchronized and relentless, driving her higher and higher until she’s clenching down around me so tightly that I almost see stars.

She shatters in our arms, clawing at the sheets and crying out for God, her release milking me so hard it takes everything I have not to follow her over the edge.

We ease her through it, letting her float in the aftershocks while her body pulses around me, soft and wet and perfect.

I watch, mesmerized, as she gasps and shivers, her lips parted, her eyes dazed and heavy-lidded.

So beautiful.

I finally pull out, my cock slick with her release, and dip my head between her trembling thighs.

I swipe my tongue slowly over her folds, tasting the sweetness of her climax, and she lets out a broken sob, her hips jerking, and pushes at my head, trying to squirm away.

“Too much?” Alexis chuckles, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.

“She can take it,” Luca rumbles, his voice low and confident, already lifting her boneless body into his lap.

She clings to him, dazed and pliant, and he takes her mouth in a slow, possessive kiss, his tongue sweeping deep, claiming her again.

Without a word, he lines up and drives into her, filling her with one smooth, unyielding stroke.

Her spine arches, her thighs trembling around his hips, and she keens into his mouth, the sound soft and broken.

I move behind her, still hard, still aching.

I gather her hair, twisting it gently around my fist, baring the graceful column of her throat.

I kiss along the delicate skin, tasting the salt of her sweat, the remnants of our shared sin, and whisper against her ear.

“Relax,” I murmur darkly, lining my cock against her entrance as I force my body inside hers, in, and in, and in, until I’m as deep as I can be, and she’s stretched tightly around me and Luca. It feels so damned good, my head spins, but it’s more than just the feel of her body. It’s her total submission to our desires that gets us so hot.

“You feel that, amore?” he says through gritted teeth, his breath ragged in her ear.

“You were made for us.”

Alexis kneels beside us, watching hungrily, his cock heavy and thick in his hand.

His eyes darken with lust as he drags his knuckles over the curve of her breast, brushing her nipple lightly.

“Take him,” Luca commands roughly, his voice all gravel and heat.

“Show him how fucking good you are.”

Aemelia obeys.noveldrama

Without hesitation, she wraps her delicate fingers around Alexis’s length, stroking him with long, deliberate pulls, her thumb brushing over his slit with every upstroke.

His eyes darken further, and he groans, the sound low and feral, his hips rocking into her grip.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that.”

The slick, obscene sounds of her pussy around us fill the room, mingling with the harsh rasp of our breathing, until the tension is unbearable.

I reach around her, palming her breast, feeling the frantic race of her heart under my hand as I drive into her with deep, punishing thrusts.

Luca’s hand tangles in her hair, fisting it tightly, and he takes her mouth in a brutal, searing kiss, swallowing her every whimper.

Alexis’s head falls back, his jaw clenched, his cock flushed dark in the circle of her fist, and he groans her name, the sound raw and desperate.

“Aemelia,” I gasp, my voice wrecked as I clutch her tighter, driving deep and hard, feeling her tense and flutter around us.

“Come for us.”

And she does.

Her back bows, her throat bared, and her entire body locks around us as she shatters again, trembling violently, her pussy milking us without mercy.

Luca’s head falls back, his chest heaving, and he roars his release, filling her with his thick, hot spend.

I follow, groaning against the damp skin of her throat, emptying myself inside her, holding her hips so tightly she can’t escape even a drop.

And when Alexis curses through clenched teeth, his cock jerking in her grip, he spills over her fingers, his dark eyes half-lidded and dazed as he watches the mess she’s made of him.

We hold her between us, our breath ragged, our bodies sated, but still fiercely entwined with hers, knowing that every pulse of our orgasms could be the one that puts a baby in her belly.