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

CLAIMED BY HER FATHER’S ENEMIES

For fifteen minutes, I coordinated our response to Enzo’s hit attempt with Alexis, my mind split between strategy and the suffocating need clawing inside me. The rage burning through my veins is a twisted, all-consuming thing—hot and sharp, fueling my hunger for revenge. Enzo’s betrayal of Aemelia is unforgivable. A man who would order a hit on his own flesh and blood is less than dirt. He doesn’t deserve to take his next breath, and by sunrise, he won’t.

But beneath my fury, another desire coils making it difficult to concentrate. The image of Aemelia kneeling for Luca, her lips wrapped around him, her body pliant, the way he stroked her hair while issuing commands like she was nothing but a toy—it rattled something inside me. She didn’t flinch when we walked in. She didn’t shrink in shame or try to pull away. She remained there, devoted and obedient.

She was a virgin when she came to us, hesitant and unsure, unaware of the depths of pleasure she was capable of feeling. And now? Now she offers herself without hesitation, comfortable in submission, willing to let Luca guide her into his dark proclivities. The thought alone is enough to make my hands tighten into fists.

I’ve never been a man to share what’s mine, but Aemelia—she doesn’t belong to just one of us. She’s under our protection. She’s in our care. She’s become something none of us want to let go of. I cannot begrudge Luca a taste of the girl who’s burrowed her way under our skin, unraveling us one by one.

“Call us when you have the meat,” Alexis says into the burner phone, voice clipped, taking no risks. His words are casual, but we both know Enzo the butcher will soon be reduced to the very thing he’s built his trade upon. Tonight, he will know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a blade. But before that, we’ll make Aemelia understand exactly what it means to be claimed by her father’s enemies.

Alexis leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes flicking toward the door to Aemelia’s room. “You good with this?” he asks, though the heat in his gaze tells me he already knows the answer. . We’ve shared women before, but never anything serious. Never like this. And never with Luca.

“I don’t know what he’s going to expect,” I admit, rolling my shoulders, trying to loosen the tension coiled within me.noveldrama

“I guess we just wait and see.”

Without hesitation, he strides to the door, as impatient for more of Aemelia as I am. My blood pumps faster, anticipation thrumming through me like a war drum. I follow, stepping inside to find her curled on Luca’s lap, eyes closed, his fingers threading through her hair in slow, rhythmic strokes. She looks at peace, completely undone in a way that makes my breath catch. She’s wearing the delicate nightgown she had on earlier, the thin fabric hugging her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I wonder if she finished him, if he finished her, or have they been waiting for us?

“Close the door,” Luca says in his standard firm tone.

When the door clicks shut, I twist the inside lock, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. All our lives, we’ve known violence and power; its familiarity is easy to navigate, but this is something different: trust and surrender. My body craves Aemelia, but my heart is stronger, yearning for her gentle caresses, her sweet kisses, desperate to keep her safe.

“Our sweet girl wants to please us, don’t you, Aemelia?” Luca murmurs, his fingers trailing along her jaw, tilting her face up to him.

She blinks, eyes heavy with lust, lips swollen, her breathing slow and measured. When she finally meets my gaze, there’s no fear, no hesitation. Only something deeper.

“I do,” she whispers, and my stomach tightens at her confession.

Alexis smirks, prowling closer, his gaze sweeping over her like he’s already imagining all the ways he’s going to make her fall apart for him.

“Such a good girl,” Luca praises, his hand gliding down her back, soothing and possessive. “Now, go to Antonio and show him how much you missed him.”

She rises from his lap slowly, her movements languid, fluid as if she’s floating. The girl who came here was coiled tight, vicious with resentment, burning with hatred. This Aemelia is soft and relaxed, ready for anything, and willing to please. When she stands, her clingy nightdress slides over her thighs and dips low between her breasts, teasing me. My heart pounds as she stops inches from me, the heat of her body radiating into mine. My fingers twitch, the possessiveness inside me roaring to life.

I tilt her chin up, forcing her to hold my gaze, breathing her in, her scent of roses and vanilla making my head spin. “Are you sure, Aemelia?” My voice is rough, but I need to ask. I need her to give herself willingly to understand what this means.

She exhales shakily, nodding once, then again, her delicate hands splaying against my chest, her touch searing through the fabric of my shirt.

“Yes,” she breathes. “I’m sure.”

My restraint snaps.

I claim her mouth in a bruising kiss, pouring every ounce of my hunger, my longing, into her, swallowing her soft moans and tasting her surrender. I lift her easily, gripping her thighs as I carry her toward the bed, ready to show her how much I want her to be mine.

Alexis chuckles darkly from behind her. “Looks like our little kitten is ready to play.”

Luca leans back in his chair, watching with the cool detachment of a king surveying his kingdom. But I know better. I see the way his fists clench, the heat simmering behind his ice-blue eyes. He might have had her first tonight, but we’re far from finished.

Aemelia trembles in my grasp, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants against my lips. Her hands fist the fabric of my shirt like she needs something to ground her, to tether her to the moment before she’s swept away. I slide my hands down the curve of her spine, relishing the way she melts into me, trusting, eager. She was made for this—for us. For me.

Lowering her onto the mattress, I spread her out beneath me, framing her face with my hands as I drink her in. Dark, doe-like eyes peer up at me, pupils blown wide, her lips still swollen from my kiss. She’s utterly wrecked already, and I haven’t even begun.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. “Do you know that?”

She shakes her head slightly, and something deep in my chest tightens.

“Then let me show you. I’ll kiss you until you forget you were ever afraid. I’ll hold you so close you won’t remember where you end, and I begin. And when I’m done, you’ll only know one thing—you’re mine.”

I capture her lips again, this time slower, savoring her taste, teasing her with my tongue until she gasps against me. My hands map her body, memorizing every dip, every delicate curve, the way she arches into my touch, seeking more.

Alexis sits beside us on the bed, his fingers skimming the hem of her nightdress, his voice a dark purr. “Look at you, kitten. You’re trembling. Is it anticipation?”

She turns her head slightly, her gaze flickering to him, and my stomach clenches when she exhales. “Yes.”

Alexis smirks, trailing his fingers up her thigh, his touch featherlight. “Good answer.”

Luca remains where he is, a predator biding his time, watching with cool detachment, but the tension in his frame betrays him. He’s waiting. He wants her as much as we do.

I grip her thighs, spreading them slightly as I lower myself, my lips skimming her jaw, her throat. She whimpers, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging, needing more.

Alexis leans down, capturing her lips as I trail my tongue along the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth.

“You’re ours now,” I growl against her skin, my hand sliding beneath her nightdress, inching it up. “You’re my obsession. My sickness. My addiction. I’ll never want less of you. Only more. Always more. You understand, don’t you, sweet girl?”

She nods, her breath stuttering. “Yes.”

Alexis breaks the kiss, tilting her chin toward him. “Say it, kitten.”

Her lashes flutter, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m yours.”

I groan, pressing my forehead against her shoulder, barely holding myself back. I want to ruin her, to claim her in every way possible until she knows—until she feels—that there is no escaping us.

Luca finally moves, prowling closer, his voice deep and authoritative. “Then let’s make it official.”

Aemelia shudders, her fingers tightening on me, her body caught between submission and hunger.

Tonight, we show her exactly what it means to belong to the Venturis.