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smut warning.

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The handsome boy shifts in his chair as he folds his arms over his broad chest. This guy has to be my age or a bit younger. He doesn't look older but he has a strong aura like Lorenzo, but not quite like Vincenzo's powerful aura.

I can't see his eyes but I can tell that he is hot beyond anything, well not hotter than Vincenzo of course.

The boy tilts his head to the side and it's now I understand that he's been looking at me. The dark sunglasses mask his eyes so I haven't noticed where they have been this entire time.

"Are you my brother's woman?" He asks while leaning forward. I slowly nod, nervous to even speak to this guy. "You are not what I expected."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I snap, offended by his words.

"I didn't think my brother would get such a beautiful woman to stick by his side for something other than his money," the boy explains with a smirk.

I awkwardly smile at him, embarassed that I just snapped at him. "My father is rich enough. I don't need a man trying to spend millions on me," I say with a shrug.

"Your name is Nyx, right?" I nod with a grin, proud of my greek name. "Interesting." My brows furrow at his words and he just smiles at me.

"Why do you have your sunglasses on?" I ask and the smile falls from his face. "I didn't mean to–"

"No, it's ok," he interrupts me. He pulls the sunglasses off his face and my eyes to widen with surprise. "That's why I keep them on," he chuckles at my reaction and I feel embarassed again.

"You all have different coloured eyes," I state the obvious while looking at the men of the Martinelli family.

Lorenzo and his son share the same eye colour with his father while Vincenzo and his youngest brother have completely different coloured eyes from them.

"How are your eyes so different?" I ask with curiosity dripping from my tone.

He smirks and places the sunglasses on the table. "I guess it's just the devil inside of me trying to escape," he chuckles while winking at me.

I smile at how he's acting and Vincenzo groans while glaring at his younger brother.

His brother smiles widely at him and his eyes slowly move to me. He winks his fiery eye at me and I can't help but to smile widely at him.

His hand moves up to my upper thigh. "Don't forget she's still my woman, Enzo," he grits, possessiveness oozing from his Italian accent.

"Enzo?" I squeak while looking over at his youngest brother

"Yes, that's my name," the youngest brother says. "But you can call me by my other name, Matteo," he says with a wink, making Vincenzo groan again.

His hand slides up the material of my dress, catching me completely off guard. I look up at him and he just keeps his eyes on his younger brother.

"How long is la mia bella zia staying for?" Paolo asks while swinging his legs back and forth on the chair. [my beautiful aunt]

"We are going back to my penthouse tonight Paolo," Vincenzo explains and the look of joy drains from Paolo's face. "She will come visit you soon." The joy quickly returns to his small face, making me smile.

Vincenzo's hand moves higher up my thigh causing my breath to get caught in the back of my throat. He looks down at me with a smirk as his hand continues to travel up my thigh.

My eyes snap down to his hand as it disappears up my dress and between my legs. For some reason I don't want to tell him to remove his hand but this feels so wrong, but also so right.

He leans closer to my head and let's his lips trace over my ear for a second, sending electric shocks throughout my muscles. "I can remove my hand if you aren't comfortable," he whispers and I quickly shake my head, wanting him to do whatever he wants to do to me.

In that moment, his finger hooks on the rim of my underwear. He uses his other finger to push it the side and keep the material there.

He keeps his eyes on his family like nothing is happening between us and I try to do the same to avoid them asking any questions.

The family speaks of memories they shared years ago and I listen with a nervous smile. They laugh and try to include me in the story by asking me if I went through something like that.

I shake my head, scared that my verbal answer may come out as a whimper. Aurora burst with joy as she start telling a story about Vincenzo and Lorenzo.

They look at their mother with weak smiles, embarassed that she is revealing something like that to me.

The Ricci and Martinelli family can be classified as one at this point because these two families have done everything together since Riccardo and Vincenzo were born.

"Have you thought of moving in with my son?" Aurora asks, suddenly steering away from her story.

Vincenzo runs his index finger up my clit and presses down against the bundle of sensitive nerves. I take in a sharp breath to surpress any weird sounds from escaping.

"That's a big step," I answer, honestly.

Moving in with him permanently is something serious and I don't want to be stuck in the same building as a man I'm unsure about.

"But it's a needed step cari," she says in a slight pushy tone.

"I don't know if–" I swallow my words as Vincenzo presses the tip of his thick finger into my core. I clear my throat and he gets back to stroking up and down my clit to my opening. "I don't know if we should be doing something so drastic so soon," I finish my prior sentence.

"Has he told you about his work?" Tommaso asks and I weakly nod.

Vincenzo pushes more than just the tip of his finger into me, then quickly pulls it out. "Words," he mutters as he rubs circles over the overwhelming amount of nerves forming in my clit.

"He has to-told me some parts of it. I understand why-why he's always so busy," I stutter and Vincenzo smiles.

His finger goes back down to my entrance. He painfully teases me by only pushing the tip of his finger inside of me then back out a moment later.

I take in a deep breath to control my racing heart. His finger swirls over my entrance, my stomach twisting and turning in the same motions of his finger. I fight the strong urge to close my eyes and just let him bring me pleasure mainly because his family is right in front of us.

The last thing we should be doing is something like this, something so risky, in front of his family no less. If they notice then I'm going to be extremely embarassed and I would definitely not want to face them again.

Vincenzo leans in closer to my ear and whispers, "I'm going to make some drastic moves. Don't make a single sound or you are in trouble." Before I can even question him, his finger enters me full force.

I suppress the loud scream I want to let out and cover it by a cough instead. I cough a few times, the family staring at me with worried eyes. "Is everything ok?" Loredana asks as she gets up.

She grabs the glass jug of water from the middle of the table and pours some water into the tall glass near Vincenzo's unoccupied hand.

He slides the cup closer to me and I quickly down the contents as I feel his finger move faster inside of me. His arm is subtly moving back and forth as he adds on both the speed and power of his strokes.

My stomach twists in the most euphoric manner when he touches a certain spot inside of me with his long finger.

"Is my son treating you well?" Oh, he's treating me extremely well right now. "Or is it a bit too soon to tell?" His father questions.

I hum a response to cover up a lengthy and deep moan. Vincenzo smirks as he pulls his finger out of me, the twisting and knotting feeling in my stomach freezes.

"Sorry, but we need to go," Vincenzo announces to his family.

"You can stay the night son, this is your home too you know," his father laughs but Vincenzo shakes his head. "Fine," he sighs before nodding.

Vincenzo gets up from the chair and walks around it, keeping his dripping finger away from everyone else's eyes.

He holds out his other hand to me and I take it as I get up. "Thank for the dinner and letting me into your beautiful home," I say in a shy tobe and they all smile at me.

"Come back soon cari," Aurora says and I nod, actually wanting to see them soon.

"Zia!" Paolo shouts while getting up from his chair. He runs up to me and throws his hands around my waist, his head pressing too hard against my lower stomach.

I bite my bottom lip hard to avoid sounding like a weirdo as he hugs me even tighter. "Please come back," he whispers into my stomach as he lifts his hand up so his chin is resting against my lower stomach.

"Of course, I will come back soon, ok?" Paolo cheerfully nods and let's go of me.

"Bye Zia!" He waves as he goes back to stand next to his father. I also wave goodbye to him as Vincenzo pulls me out of the

We walk into the hallway, my legs weak, and these heels aren't making walking any easier. I try to keep up with Vincenzo's fast walking but he just moves too quick for me.

"Amore," he mutters while turning his head to face me. He smirks before stopping and grabbing my waist.

Like I weigh nothing, he hoists me up in the air and throws me over his broad shoulder. "I don't have a lot of patience," he says while walking down the hallway.

"I don't think you should be carrying me like this," I say while pulling the back of my dress down. Vincenzo chuckles and smacks my hands away from my dress.

"I like the view," he says while placing his hand on my ass. "You have a nice ass, you know," he adds and I can just hear the smirk in his tone.

"Shut up," I laugh while shaking my head.

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Like a sack of potatoes, up she goes.

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