Chapter 18. My Sexy Stepbrothers

Elena POV

Vincenzo’s hand trails down to my thigh, lifting it slightly to his hip.

“Do you want that?” He asks roughly. “Do you want us?”

I should say no. I should.

But what comes out of my mouth is a whisper.

“Yes.”

All three of them groan.

“Your wish is our command, my vixen,” Riccardo says hoarsely, and I shiver.

Vincenzo lifts me easily into his arms as Riccardo and Nico removed the straps of my dress.

Every touch is burning.

Every kiss is fire.

Heads on my breasts, my thighs, my lips.

I gasp, cry out, moan, as their hands worship my body like it’s a sacred thing.

We stumble toward the couch, shedding layers of clothing along the way—jackets, shirts, my dress pooling around my ankle.

I’m in lace lingerie, breathless, surrounded by three sets of strong hands.

Riccardo sinks to his knees in front of me, sliding my panties down with so much reverence in his eyes.

“You’re so fuckin