Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by tak...
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"You're ours," Matteo whispered against her ear, his voice rough and commanding, his teeth nipping at her lobe. "Every inch of you. Do you understand that?"
"Yes..." she breathed, her voice trembling with desire.
"Say it," Alessandro ordered, his hand still teasing her, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
"I'm yours," she gasped, her eyes opening to meet Alessandro's piercing gaze.
"Good girl," Leonardo murmured against her lips, his words sending another wave of heat through her.
For the first time since the invitation had arrived, the fear, the doubt, the lingering shadows of her past were gone. In their arms, she wasn't the broken woman who had been stolen away. She was Yulia—their Yulia—and she had never felt more alive.
But that moment of bliss was shattered when Matteo's voice broke through. "We're here," he said, his tone filled with mock regret. Yulia whined softly in protest, the sound making them all chuckle.
As Alessandro and Leonardo stepped out of the car, Matteo lingered, his hand gently resting on Yulia's wrist to keep her back. "One second, princess," he murmured, leaning closer as if to adjust the delicate folds of her shimmering gown. His lips brushed against her ear, and his voice dropped to a low, sinful whisper. "I'll disobey Aless and make you come if you want that."
