Page 160 of Their Reckless Thief
“You sure about that, love?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, though his eyes burned with a fire that had heat pooling in my belly.
I nodded, unable to form words as Vincenzo stepped closer, trailing his fingers down my arm with deliberate slowness.
Luca remained seated, his gaze so intense it made my knees weak. “You don’t have to say anything. We’re here, Celeste. For whatever you need.”
In that moment, with them surrounding me, I felt the weight of my past lifting, and something lighter—something brighter—took its place. Love. Safety. Healing. These men were teaching me to trust, to hope, and to believe in something better.
For the first time in years, I didn’t feel broken. I felt whole. And I owed it all to them.
Vincenzo sighed, and his strong arms encircled me. I breathed in his scent—smoky, masculine, and laced with something uniquely him. He placed a featherlight kiss on my ear that sent shivers cascading down my spine.
Dorian and Luca watched me with an intensity that left me off balance. They looked at me like I was something sacred, something to be cherished and protected. And gods, did I crave it. After everything I’d endured, it was almost too much to take in.
But here they were. Dorian, Vincenzo, Luca. My men. Each so different, so impossibly strong, and yet they all wanted me. They wantedallof me. Not just my body, but the fractured pieces of my soul that I’d spent years trying to hide. They cared about the person beneath the barriers, the one who had been broken but refused to crumble entirely.
The thought made my chest tighten. I didn’t just want them—Ineededthem. And in their own ways, they needed me.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as anticipation coiled in my stomach. Vincenzo’s hand slipped down my side to my waist, and his touch made my skin come alive. Dorian moved behind me, his hand grazing the small of my back as heleaned in, his breath warm against my neck. I shivered, unable to suppress the tremor that ran through me.
Luca didn’t move from his perch on the bed. His eyes, molten and unblinking, stayed locked on mine as he licked his lips slowly, hungrily. With his gaze on me, I felt like the only woman in the world.
Vincenzo’s fingers traced the curve of my neck, then moved lower, ghosting over my collarbone. His touch left goosebumps in its wake, and I arched toward him. His other hand slid down my side, pausing above the swell of my breast before pressing firmly.
A soft moan escaped me, and Vincenzo chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me as he nuzzled my neck. His lips found the sensitive spot below my ear, nibbling gently, sending ripples of heat through me.
Behind me, Dorian’s hands were firmer, sliding up and down my back in slow, deliberate strokes. He reached the edge of my towel and tugged gently. The fabric slithered down my skin and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare before them.
Dorian wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. His erection pressed against me, his lips grazing my ear. “You are the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth.”
Vincenzo stepped back slightly, his dark eyes roaming over my body with an intensity that made me shiver. “Last chance,dolcezza. If you want us to leave, say so,” he murmured, though the smirk tugging at his lips told me he already knew my answer.
My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to find words. “No,” I finally murmured. “I want you to stay.”
The air grew heavy with desire. Dorian pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his hands sliding lower, teasing the curve of my hips. Vincenzo cupped my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.
“Good.” Vincenzo’s low voice sent a thrill through me. He brushed his thumb over my lower lip before he leaned in and caught it between his teeth, tugging gently.
I gasped, arching into him, as his other hand traced the line of my jaw, then moved lower, leaving a trail of fire across my skin. He kissed his way down my neck, his tongue flicking out to taste me as he went.
Dorian’s hands continued their exploration, one sliding between my legs, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin. The touch was light, teasing, sending jolts of electricity through me.
“Fuck, Celeste,” Dorian whispered, his voice rough and full of awe.
I didn’t have time to respond before Vincenzo pulled back, his lips hovering above mine. “Luca, take my place. Keep her warm for me.”
Luca was on his feet and in front of me in an instant. He framed my face with his hands, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks as he stared into my eyes, searching for an answer to a question he didn’t need to ask. I nodded, and he surged forward, his mouth crashing against mine. When his tongue teased mine, I melted into him, my hands tangling in his hair.
Luca’s kiss was different from Vincenzo’s, slower, more deliberate, like he was savoring every second. His hands roamed over my body, his touch reverent and sure.
Behind me, Dorian’s touch grew bolder, sliding lower until his fingers found my clit. He circled it slowly, teasingly, drawing a moan from my lips that Luca swallowed with another kiss.
I felt Luca smile against my mouth before he broke away, his lips moving to my neck, then lower, kissing a trail down my stomach. He nudged me backward onto the bed, following me down and urging my legs apart.
“I want to taste you, Celeste. I’ve been dreaming about you on my tongue ever since last time.”
He bowed before me again, and if I wasn’t on the bed, my knees would have buckled. His mouth found me, his tongue soft at first, teasing the edges of my clit before flicking over the center. The sensation was electric, and I cried out as I clutched his head.
Dorian knelt beside me, caressing my thighs as Vincenzo returned. The sight of them—Dorian’s eager gaze, Luca’s head between my legs, and Vincenzo’s commanding presence—overwhelmed me in the best way.
