Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets

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 stare at him lustfully. My eyes clouded with lust, passion and desire.

I'm surrounded. Drenched in lust. Filled with passion and burning fire. Filled with the heat of desire pooling in my stomach.

I'm horny as fuck.

I should say no. I should.

I'm not supposed to be doing this.

Not with my stepbrothers.

Not with three of them all at once.

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.

****

After Elena's mother marries a powerful billionaire, she moves into a lavish estate only to discover that her new stepbrothers are triplets.

They're older, hot, intimidating, dangerous, sinfully attractive…and nothing alike when it comes to how they treat her.

Her mother says “They're just your brothers now.”

But they don't look at her like brothers.

Not even a tiny bit.

Elena never meant to fall for them. But they all seem to want her and won't back down.

To make things worse?

They're heirs to a Mafia empire. And they've all decided that Elena belongs to them…in very different ways.

The dare

~ELENA~

“We dare you to kiss him.”

That was how the night started uphill or downhill depending on how you look at it.

***

I twirl and twist my hips dancing to the loud beat thumping through the club, completely lost in the music.

Valentina and Gianna, my best friends, and partners-in-chaos, are giggling loudly beside me, and dancing to the music like no one is watching.

It's our first proper girls night out in years, as we haven't seen each other for a while now.

I just returned back to the country, Italy, because mom finally decided to move in with her new husband, and I decided to hang out with my girls at the club because I couldn't think of a better way to catch up with them.

Besides, I also want to forget about Alessandro, my ex boyfriend who I caught cheating on me. He broke up with me after I caught him cheating and blamed me for finding out.

Pathetic, right??

And now, I just want to have all the fun I can to forget about him.

“Oh my!!” Valentina suddenly exclaims, freezing mid-dance, and staring at something or someone with bulging and drooling eyes behind me.

Gianna and I trace her eyes to the entrance of the club and we both exclaim simultaneously.

“Fucking hell!!”

At the entrance of the club stands a man who commands attention with effortless grace.

Towering and broad-shouldered, his tall frame is sculpted to perfection—his slim waist tapering into long, lean legs that move with the poised elegance of a predator.

His face is a masterpiece, chiseled like that of a Greek god, with high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and full, sensual lips.

Piercing eyes ... .dark and enigmatic…held the kind of intensity that made hearts stutter, while his tousled hair, rich and thick, frames his divine features with casual perfection.

Every inch of him radiates power, danger, and breathtaking beauty.

“That man is fucking handsome!” Valentina whispers, clearly stunned.

“I'll do anything to have him in my bed! I'll sell my soul if I have to!” Gianna says dreamily.

I roll my eyes. They're always like that at the sight of a handsome man.

But I must confess, that man over there is easily the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. He's a beautiful man!!! He's breathtaking.

“When was the last time you said you kissed again??” Gianna asks.

“After I broke up with Alessandro” I reply to her.

Valentina and Gianna give each other knowing, weird looks. I know that look and it has never ended well for me.

It was a look of mischief.

“What are you girls up to??” I laugh.

“Should we spice things up a bit??” Valentina teases.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Gianna echoes, her voice dripping with trouble.

“Elena” Valentina grins. “I dare you to walk over to that handsome stranger and kiss him passionately on the lips”

“We're daring you to kiss him” Gianna supports with a wicked smile.

My eyes widen and my jaw drops.

“You must be joking!” I cry out in disbelief.

“No, we aren't,” Valentina says with a wicked smile.

“I'm not doing that, com'on” I say, glaring at both of them.

“Then you are doing our laundry for a month,” Gianna says sweetly.

“Fucking hell….you know how much I hate doing the laundry” I groan.

“Then fucking go kiss him. It's just a kiss, yeah, yeah??” Gianna shrugs.

“Just a kiss,” Valentina echoes, giggling.

I roll my eyes.

Remind me how I got to be friends with these girls again.

Why am I even friends with these lunatics??

I turn to sneak another glance at the handsome stranger only to realize that he is walking straight towards us.

“Look, he's approaching us!” Gianna gasps.

“I don't think so. I think he's coming to the bar counter and we're literally standing close to the bar counter” I reply, starting to panic a bit.

“It doesn't matter. Now is the right time to approach him. Take the opportunity” Valentina says.

“No, I won't” I refuse.

“Yes, you'll!” They both choruses.

“I won't!”

“You will!”

“I won't!”

And as we continue to argue, the handsome stranger keeps coming closer and closer to us.

And when he is just a few inches away from us, I suddenly feel a push from the back and find myself stepping forward to the handsome stranger and blocking his way.

“I'll fucking kill Valentina and Gianna for this!” I scream inwardly.

The handsome stranger stares at me from head to toe and raises an eyebrow in confusion or maybe…amusement.

And even though I know I am not looking bad in the red body fitting gown I wore that clings to my body and brings out all my curves, I still feel very embarrassed and wish the ground would open up and swallow me.

“What do you want, young lady??” He speaks, and his voice, oh my goodness, his voice could make any woman wet at the spot, myself included.

I swallow hard, suddenly searching for words to say.

I can hear Valentina and Gianna chuckling and giggling behind me. It is fun for them.

I deepen my resolve to kill them after this.

“Ummm….my friends…” I stammer, then take a deep breath.

“My friends dared me to kiss you” I blurt out.

His eyes widen, and a mischievous grin appears on his lips.

“I'm sorry” I apologize, and because he's way taller than me, tiptoes and holds his cheeks and kisses him on the lips.

He doesn’t step back and the moment our lips touch, I feel an electrifying feeling within me.

His lips are warm, and I feel a spark run down my spine like lightning.

I linger for a moment ... .okay, maybe two…before I step back from him.

I start to apologize when he interrupts me.

“We're not done yet. We only just started” he says and pulls me closer to him, then bent his head and kisses me fiercely.

An intense make out

~ELENA~

“We're not done yet. We only just started” the stranger says and pulls me closer to him, then bent his head and kisses me fiercely.

I hear Valentina and Gianna gasp behind me.

His lips are voracious, taking everything I have to give, and even demanding even more.

My body starts to burn and crack so hot, even hotter than the last time I kissed Alessandro.

What is he doing to me??

I am melting. My God, I am melting and I want so much more.

I feel myself sliding into him and my traitorous arms steal up and around his neck.

He is stroking a fire in me. Something I can not even begin to control.

I have been possessed by some primitive urge, something hot and molten which needed nothing so much as to feel the touch of his skin against mine.

He stops kissing me and before I can say a word, he pulls my hand.

“Come with me.”

I don't even think twice. I started to go with him.

“Elena” I hear Gianna whisper my name.

I turn back to wink at them while they stare at me in disbelief.

It is unlike me and they are shocked.

The handsome stranger pulls me till we stop in front of a door.

He opens the door and we go in. He slams the door after I have entered.

“Now, where did we stop?” He asks.

“Ummm…” I stammer, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Then he kisses me again, hard, passionate, filled with desire.

I want him.

Oh, how I want him.

I shouldn't want him. Shouldn't desire this strange man. But I want him.

And yet I want him with a desperation that leaves me breathless.

It's wrong. So wrong.

But the desire pooling in my belly keeps getting stronger and stronger.

His hands graze the top of my breasts and I gasp.

His lips move to my throat and he plants slight kisses there.

“Baby doll, what do you want me to do to you??”

I feel my head fall back. His voice is low and seductive, and it almost makes me feel like I am born for this moment.

“Answer me, baby doll!” His voice is commanding now.

“Anything,” I whisper.

“Anything isn't an answer. Tell me exactly what you want me to do” he insists.

“Play with my nipple,” I whisper.

“As you wish, baby doll” he chuckles and pulls the straps of my dress down.

I am not wearing a bra and my breasts pops into his face the moment my dress touches the floor.

I am almost naked with just my red panties on.

“You've got nice breasts, baby doll” he compliments me with the same seducing voice.

My cheeks turn red in embarrassment.

When he rubs a finger over my very hard nipple, I gasp loudly.

He chuckles and continues rubbing my nipples, pinching and circling them with his thumb.

I moan softly.

He carefully leads me to a wall and rests my back on the wall for support.

Then he bends his head and takes one nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue on it and suckling it. He sucks with a tenderness that is both reverent and possessive, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud in slow, teasing circles.

“Fuck” I groan, enjoying the sensation.

One of his hands splayed across my lower back, anchoring me to him as he lost himself in the taste of me, savoring every soft gasp that escapes my lips like it's his reward.

He moves to the other nipple.

His teeth graze the sensitive tip before his mouth closes around it, suckling hard enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure.

I arch against him, a broken sound slipping from my throat, but he doesn't stop.

His tongue flicks over me again and again, claiming and marking me.

Each pull of his mouth is a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I am wet down there and I tighten my legs together to suppress the sensation I am feeling down there.

He notices it and he chuckles.

“You're wet, baby doll??” He says.

I nod, unable to speak.

“Do you want me to touch you down there??” He whispers in my ears.

I nod again.

“Say it. Say you want me to touch you down there” he commands.

And shamelessly, I obey.

“I want you to touch me down there” I groan. “Please.”

“Good girl!” He says triumphantly.

He pulls my panties down to my knees and leaves it there.

Then he spreads my legs apart, and touches me in my pussy.

I shiver at his touch.

“Mmm…. you're so wet for me, baby doll” he says hoarsely.

“Yes” I breathe in his ear.

“Now, I'm going to make you more wet” he says and without warning, sticks a finger inside my pussy.

I murmur thickly, savoring the sweet sensation I'm feeling.

He begins to go in and out of my pussy with his finger, and when he adds a second finger and becomes faster and harder, I rasp in pleasure.

This feels so good.

So fucking good.

I've never been fingered like this in my life. Not even by Alessandro.

When he kisses me while still fingering me, I tremble against his mouth.

He brings out his fingers from my pussy and sticks it in my mouth.

“Taste yourself” he murmurs darkly.

And I do that.

I lick myself off his fingers.

He sticks his fingers into my pussy and brings it out again, then takes it to his mouth and licks it.

“You taste so fucking nice, baby doll, and you smell nice too” he says, licking off his fingers like he's licking a lollipop.

I purr, unable to make a word.

“Now, you're going to cum for me, baby doll” he drawls.

And without warning, he sticks his fingers inside my pussy and begins fingering me hard, fast, and switching between being rough and gentle at the same time.

I cry out from the pleasure, spewing out nonsense and inaudible words.

“Don't stop, please” I beg shamelessly.

“I don't have plans on doing that, baby doll” he murmurs darkly.

My legs are starting to shake and I can't even stand properly.

He notices it and carries me up on his body, then presses my back to the wall and splay my legs apart, granting him more easy access to my pussy.

The wonders of his fingers intensify. I let out a broken sound.

“Cum for me baby doll” he rasps and breathes against my skin.

“I think I'm about to cum” I release a soft cry.

He adds more pressure to it and I moan and groan out loudly, unable to control myself anymore.

His touch is relentless, deep and deliberate, exploring places inside me I don't know can feel this way.

And then I feel it.

Heat coils low in my belly, tight and urgent, building faster than I can process.

The rhythm is perfect…too perfect and my breath hitch as the unfamiliar pressure begins to rise.

“I...I think I need to…” I gasp, trying to wriggle away, confusion flashing in my eyes.

This is the first time I'm feeling this way.

“Let go,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice a dark velvet that wraps around me. “Don't hold back.”

I can't.

The pressure swells, cresting like a wave right at the edge of my control. My body tense, heart pounding, breath sharp and shallow. And then…

Release.

A rush of warmth burst through me, unexpected and wild. My body jerks with the force of it, and I cry out, not just from the pleasure but the overwhelming wave that washes through me.

It's my first orgasm and it is raw, electric, leaving me trembling, undone, soaking in bliss and disbelief.

My chest rises and falls as an aftershock pulse through me, my skin flush and glistening.

He carries me to the bed and lays me on it.

I lay there, daze and wide eyed, my body humming with satisfaction.

He looks up at me, lips curve in a slow knowing smile.

“That was nice,” he says. “Take some time to recover”

It is then I notice he's fully dressed and I am the only one naked in the room.

My cheeks turn red in embarrassment.

“See you again, or not, baby doll” he says and then turns and walks out of the room, leaving me all alone to wonder who the strange man who just gave me the first orgasm of my life is.

Moving into a new house

~ELENA~

I sit up slowly, my legs still trembling, my breath shallow, and my body a hazy mess of tingling sensation and exhaustion.

What just happened??

My skin is still flushed, and my cheeks are burning–not from shame, but from the memory of how that stranger thoroughly wrecked me.

I glance around the room, half expecting him to walk back in and say something…anything. But he doesn't. He's really gone.

He didn't ask for my name or digits before leaving.

I don't even know his name too.

I exhale deeply and finally peel myself off the bed, walking…no, wobbling…towards my dress on the floor.

My red panties are still around my knees. I pull them up first and wince as the fabric brushes my over sensitive skin. Then I slip into the red dress and smooth it down, adjusting it over my curves.

My hair is a mess and my lipstick is all but gone, and my lips are a little swollen. I look like I have just been ravished.

Because I have!

I stand in front of the mirror for a second, tilting my head. A small smile forms on my lips.

Damn, Elena!

I reapply some lipgloss I have in my clutch, do my best to finger comb my hair into something that doesn't scream, just got fingered by a sex doll, and walk out of the room like I have just conquered the world.

The pulsing bass of the club returns as I step back into the hallway. I follow the lights, descending the stairs until I find my girls in our VIP section.

Valentina sees me first and her eyes widen.

“Look who's finally decided to graze us with her presence” she teases.

Gianna gasps, mouth open in mock horror.

“Oh my God, you actually went through it??” She asks.

“I cannot believe it!” Valentina squeals, slapping my arm as I sit besides her. “You made out with a stranger! Actually, scratch that, it might be more than made out. You disappeared for like…. almost an hour!”

Gianna fans herself. “Elena, girl….did he least say his name? Or are we calling him Mr. Kisser from now on?”

I laugh, reaching out for my cocktail and taking a slow, cooling sip.

“You two dared me” I say, cocking a brow at them. “Don't act shocked. You literally said I should kiss that stranger or I am doing the laundry for a month. So I kissed him. The rest…just sort of happened.”

Valentina leans in, eyes wide with curiosity.

“What do you mean the rest just happened??”

Gianna scots closer, grabbing my arm.

“Don't you dare go quiet on us now. Spill! Did you…do it?? Like it-it??”

I smirk and shake my head. “Nosy much?”

Gianna gasps dramatically. “You did! Oh my God, you totally…!”

I hold up a finger.

“I'm not confirming or denying anything” I tell them.

Valentina groans. “Oh come on, don't leave us hanging like this.”

“I can,” I say sweetly, taking another sip of my drink. “And I will.”

“Did he at least kiss good?” Gianna pouts.

My lips curl into a slow smile as I glance at them.

“You could say that.”

“You're evil. Give us details, now!” Valentina lets out a frustrated squeal.

But I stand up, picking up my clutch.

“Nope, it's late. And I, for one, am exhausted” I say.

“From what, exactly??” Gianna teases.

“Ask your imagination” I throw her a wink.

They both groan in protest as I start making my way out of the VIP lounge.

“Elena, don't you dare walk away from us with that smug grin on your face!”

“I'm walking, Val,” I call over my shoulder. “But just so you know…that dare? Best dare ever.”

They burst into laughter, grabbing their purses and hurrying after me.

We step out into the cool night air, heels clicking against the pavement, still buzzing from the music, the drinks, and now….my little adventure.

And as we head towards the waiting cab, Valentina throws an arm over my shoulder.

“I swear,” she says. “If this turns into a romcom and you end up falling for the hot stranger, I want maid of honor rights.”

I just laugh and shake my head.

If only she knew….I have no idea who he is.

But somehow, I have a feeling this isn't the last time I'll see him.

And God help me, I hope I do.

***

We are back home and I am about to go to bed with Valentina and Gianna when my phone beeps.

I check my phone and see it is a message from mom. I open it and read it.

“Elena darling. Don't forget you're moving in to your new house tomorrow. Enough staying at Valentina and Gianna's place.”

I roll my eyes.

I don't want to move into any house and have been delaying by staying with Valentina and Gianna at their house.

But I can't keep postponing it anymore. So I'll finally move in tomorrow.

I sigh deeply. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

****

The next morning, my mom sends a car to come pick me up at Gianna's and Valentina's place.

She says her new husband is a billionaire.

She doesn't say he's a Mafia.

She definitely doesn't say he has three sons.

And she really doesn't say they're triplets.

After hugging Valentina and Gianna bye and promising to always visit them, I enter the car.

I have just two suitcases.

The black car drives off, and almost an hour later slows in front of a mansion that looks more like a fortress—wrought iron gates, stone pillars, cameras that blink red as we approach.

I hug my cardigan tighter around me and press my face to the glass.

It's beautiful….but in a cold, haunted kind of way.

The driver opens the door without a word.

“Miss Elena. The family is waiting inside” he announces to me.

The family.

I step out and stare at the estate that now apparently belongs to me too.

Before I can even reach for my suitcase, the front door opens.

And they step out.

Three of them. Tall. Broad shouldered. Inhumanly attractive.

And identical.

Triplets.

My breath catches.

My eyes dart to the one on the left, then the one in the middle.

But it's the one on the right who tilts his head…. just slightly.

That face. That smirk.

The world tilts.

Oh my God!

This face! It's the same face at the club.

It's him.

The stranger I had kissed.

The one who wrecked me without telling me his name.

But wait…

The middle one just raised an eyebrow at me…exactly the way he did when I said,“Don't stop, please.”

My stomach flips.

No.

Was it him??

I glance at the one on the left…he's expressionless, unreadable, arms folded, but his eyes…God, his eyes burn into me like he knows.

Holy hell!

Which of them did I make out at the club with??

Which of the triplets??

~ELENA~

I try to school my expression but I'm frozen at the base of the mansion steps, staring like a complete idiot.

Triplets.

My new stepbrothers are goddamn triplets.

And I made out with one of them.

One of them.

My brain short circuits.

Yes, they're identical, but they're not the same.

The one on the left wears a black suit like he's born in it. He doesn't smile. Don't blink. Just watch me with cold, expressionless eyes.

The one in the middle is all tattoos and smirks, like he knows he's trouble but enjoys it. A silver ring glints in his ear as he tilts his head.

The last one lingers at the top of the steps, arms crossed, quiet. Then his expression softens.

One of them is the mystery man who rocked my world last night, but which one??

“You must be Elena. I'm Nico,” the tattooed one says, striding towards me with a lazy grin.

“That's Vincenzo…Enzo for short” he gestures to the one in the suit. “And the other one is Riccardo.”

They're all staring.

I grip my suitcase tighter, trying to pretend like I'm not internally combusting.

“Hi,” I say softly to them.

Nico's smile widens. “So you're the new sister.”

He says it as a joke or as a challenge but I can't tell.

Vincenzo doesn't speak. He just turns and brushes Nico's shoulders as he enters the house.

Nico lingers for a second longer before following him inside.

Riccardo stays where he is, watching me.

“You look nervous,” he murmurs.

I swallow hard.

“Shouldn't I be??”

“Mom isn't home and dad is away for a week. So we're the only ones at home for now” he says, and just like his brothers turns and walks away.

Then on a second thought, walks back to me and helps me carry both my luggages into the house.

“Follow me. Let me show you to your room” he says and I follow him.

We climb the long stairs that feels like it's never ending and start to walk through the long hallway.

“This is Vincenzo's room. He's the first one of the triplets” he informs me as we walk past a door.

“And this is Nico's room. He's the second one” he says as we walk past the second room. “I'm the third one.”

“This is your room” he says as we stop at the next room after Nico's. “And the room after yours is mine.”

So my room is after Vincenzo's and Nico's, and before Riccardo's.

I roll my eyes. I am in the middle of them.

Riccardo opens the door for me but doesn't come in.

He keeps my luggages at the door.

“Feel at home” he says, then turns and walks away.

I stare at him till he's no longer in sight, before pushing my luggage into my room and shutting the door behind me.

The room is beautiful and designed in my favorite color, purple.

It's stunning…soft lavender walls, golden lighting, and elegant decors that whisper luxury.

A cozy reading nook with a cushioned window seat overlooks the garden outside.

A plush queen sized bed, layered with fluffy pillows and a velvety comforter sits beneath a delicate chandelier that bathes the room in a warm, golden glow.

It's everything I loved, wrapped in quiet perfection.

I begin to unpack and my mind goes to Valentina and Gianna.

Oh, how they'll love to hear about this recent update..

But it'll be a gist for later. For now, I must unpack.

***

Later that night…

The dining room is enormous–vaulted ceilings, gold trimmed walls, a crystal chandelier that drips light like snow.

I sit at the long table in a velvet chair that feels too expensive to touch.

I'm not hungry.

My mother and her new husband sit at the other end.

Her new husband is supposed to be away for a week but he had returned home with mom this afternoon.

He introduces himself as Lorenzo Romano to me.

He is a man with so much authority and charisma. And for some strange reason, I can tell he's very dangerous.

He is talking in soft murmurs with my mom from where they sit.

I don't catch much, only phrases like “expanding territory” and “cleaning up loose ends.”

Mafia talk.

I'm too stunned to process it.

My mom got married to a Mafia Lord???

I don't have enough time to think about it, when they walk in.

All three of them.

Dressed in black. Moving like shadows.

Vincenzo takes the seat across from me. Nico drops into the one right beside me. Riccardo sits at the other end, near the wall, barely looking up.

I can feel Nico's eyes on my bare shoulders.

“I hope you like red” he murmurs, pouring into my glass before I can even answer.

“I'm twenty two” I reply.

“That's legal” he grins.

Vincenzo doesn't speak. Just cuts into his steak with quiet precision, never looking up.

But I feel his presence like heat against my skin. There's something in the way he moves–controlled, deadly.

“You don't talk much, do you?” I ask softly, looking at him.

His hands pauses. He lifts his eyes.

My stomach flips.

“I talk when it matters,” he says.

That's all. But it hits harder than it should.

This is definitely not the one I made out with at the club. If he was, he shouldn't be this cold towards me.

It's probably Nico or Riccardo.

Nico chuckles. “You'll get used to his grump phase. It's lasted twenty five years so far.”

Riccardo finally speaks from the end.

“You shouldn't be here, Elena.”

My heart stutters.

“I didn't choose this” I reply.

“Doesn't matter” he says. “This place changes people and not for the better.”

Nico raises an eyebrow. “You're worried that we'll corrupt her??”

Riccardo doesn't answer. He just stares into his wine glass like it holds the end of the world.

Vincenzo finishes his food in silence, then stands without a word.

“Where are you going?” I ask before I can stop myself.

He pauses. Looks over his shoulder.

“You don't want to get too comfortable, sorellina” he says in a voice that sounds exactly like the one in the club.

Then he walks out.

Nico watches me with interest.

“Do you even know what that means??” He asks.

I shake my head.

His voice lowers, almost a whisper in my ears.

“It means little sister.”

And suddenly I'm burning.

Because Vincenzo said it like a threat. Not a warning.

***

I return back to my room after dinner. I lay on my bed big enough to lose my thoughts in. But peace is impossible.

I can't sleep.

I stare at the ceiling, heart pounding.

They all look the same and almost sound the same.

Why did it have to be triplets??

One of them kissed me like his life depended on it.

One of them whispered sweet things to me.

One of them had his hands all over me.

But which freaking one??

I groan, grabbing a pillow and pressing it to my face.

There's a soft knock at the door.

I freeze.

Then another knock…firmer this time.

I open it.

It's Nico.

Of course it's Nico.

He leans casually against the doorframe, shirt unbuttoned halfway, like he knows he's sexy.

“Can't sleep??” He asks.

“Something like that” I reply.

He raises a brow. “Want company?”

Red alert. Red. Alert.

My brain is screaming.

But my mouth??

It says, “Sure.”

Idiot!!

A confused Elena

~ELENA~

Nico stretches out on my reading nook like he owns it. One leg propped up, his shirt still half unbuttoned, and that smug devastating grin playing on his lips.

I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“You always make yourself this comfortable in a girl's room?” I ask.

He shrugs, unbothered. “Only when the girl looks like she's dying to ask me to stay.”

I scoff.

“In your dreams.”

“Oh sweetheart…” he glances at me through those thick lashes. “You've already been in my dreams.”

My cheeks burn. This man is impossible.

I walk past him, pretending not to care and sit at the edge of the bed.

“You're always this flirty with your stepsisters??” I ask.

“That's when she's beautiful and sexy as hell” he murmurs.

He clicks his tongue.

“You're not really my sister. Not by blood. Not by bond. And definitely not by heart.”

He leans forward. “So I don't see you as my stepsister.”

He stands, then begins prowling around the room like he's been here before.

He taps the edge of my dressing table and picks a book I had kept on it while unpacking.

“Romance novels?” He says with a smirk.

“Guilty.”

“Seems you like books. We have a library with so many books in the house” he says.

“Really?” I squeal in delight.

I love books.

“Yes,” he says.

“I can't wait to read them. I've read a lot of books and I want to read more” I say.

“Any of them involve falling for your stepbrother?” He teases me.

I throw a pillow at him. He catches it easily.

His eyes flick to mine, something unreadable in them.

Silence stretches between the both of us. Not awkward…. just charged.

“So” he says eventually. “Tell me something real.”

“Like what??”

“Why did you move here??” He asks. “Heard you were living in America and studying there.”

I hesitate.

“My mom got married after my father's death” I say finally. “And I didn't want her to feel guilty for dragging me into it. So I came along.”

Nico stares at me.

“Ooh, alright.”

“And I'm still getting to know my new stepfather” I say.

“Lorenzo??”

I stare at him in disbelief.

“You address your father by his name??” I ask.

He shrugs his shoulders. “It's not a big deal.”

“Wow” I mouthed.

He walks over towards me, his presence suddenly too close, too warm.

“Can I ask you something??” he says.

I nod.

“Did you meet any of us recently before moving in here?”

My eyes widen.

“Why…why do you ask??” I say.

“You've got this look in your eyes since you got here. Like you're haunted. You looked like you recognized one of us.” He replies.

I open my mouth, then close it.

“I don't think I've seen any of you before moving here” I lie.

He smirks.

“Are you sure, little dove??”

I gasp softly.

The one at the club called me “baby doll” and now he's calling me “little dove”

He's not the same person.

Or is he??

“Yes, I'm sure” I lie again, daring him to talk about the kiss if he's really the one.

“If you say so, little dove,” he drawls.

His eyes hold a sinister look in them.

My ribs begin slamming against my ribs.

He leans down, brushing a lock of hair off my cheek.

“I really want to know what your lips taste like. I've imagined kissing you since I set my eyes on you today” he whispers in my ear.

Then he stands straight.

“But not tonight,” he smiles. “Tonight I'm just here to keep you company.”

He turns away, moves back to the reading nook like nothing happened.

I exhale shakily.

He's dangerous and straight forward.

In a different way from Vincenzo.

Vincenzo is cold, unreadable like a loaded weapon.

But Nico??

He's the fire you know is going to burn you—but you still reach out to him anyway.

We end up talking for hours…. nothing important. Just past relationships, which makes me realize that Nico is a playboy, books, music, and how he once dyed Riccardo's hair pink while he slept.

I laugh more than I should.

When he finally stands up to leave, he pauses at the door.

“You've got a secret, Elena,” he says softly. “And I can't wait to figure it out.”

He leaves, and I'm left staring at the closed door, heart still racing.

And one thought fills my mind.

He's not the one who kissed me.

But he's the one who might ruin me.

My phone suddenly rings and I check who is calling.

It is a W******p group call and it's Valentina and Gianna calling.

“My girls!!” I squeal in delight, then answer the call.

“Hey baby!” They both chorus.

“My sweethearts” I exclaim. “I miss you guys already”

“We miss you too” they chorus.

“Hey Elena, switch to video call” Valentina says.

And I immediately switch to video call.

“How did moving into your new house go?” Gianna asks.

I can see their faces on my screen.

“Show us your new room” Valentina interrupts.

I do that.

I show them my room.

“Wow, it's beautiful” Gianna exclaims.

“And classy” Valentina supports.

“Seems your new stepfather is swimming in money” Gianna says.

“I guess” I shrug my shoulders.

“You haven't answered me. How did moving in go?” Gianna says.

“Cool. But guess what girls??”

“What??” They both exclaim.

“I have three hot, handsome, sexy and identical triplets as my new step brothers” I blurt out.

“Oh my!” Valentina exclaims.

“What the hell!” Gianna squeals. “How about I come over to spend the weekends??”

I laugh.

“You wanna seduce them, huh?” I tease.

“Yes yes!” She laughs.

Valentina narrows her eyes at me, leaning closer to the screen.

“Wait, wait, back up. Triplets? And they're hot?”

“Identical triplets,” I repeat with a dramatic sigh, flopping back on my bed. “Like sinfully attractive. You wouldn't want to believe it unless you saw them.”

Gianna lets out a squeal so loud I have to pull the phone away from my ear.

“This is some stepbrother fantasy gone wild situation!” She says.

Valentina grins like a devil.

“Tell me everything. Names. Personalities. Every detail. Now.”

I groan.

“Okay, there's Vincenzo…he's cold, silent, gives off major serial killer vibes, but in a hot broody way. Then Riccardo…cool, chill, charming and caring. And Nico…”

I trail off for a second, feeling my face flush.

Gianna immediately notices. “Oh, oh. Something happened with Nico…didn't it??”

“I mean…he was in my room earlier. Being all flirty. And gorgeous. And frustrating” I mutter.

Valentina wiggles her brows. “Was he shirtless?”

“Half” I grumble. “But that's not even the craziest part.”

Gianna and Valentina lean closer in perfect unison, their eyes wide.

“What could possibly be crazier than living with three hot triplet step brothers??” Valentina asks.

I bite my lip.

“Okay, you remember the night before I moved? The night at the club? The handsome stranger I kissed?” I ask.

Gianna gasps. “No. No way! Don't tell me…”

“It's one of them” I close my eyes and groan. “It's one of the triplets.”

The screen explodes in chaos.

Gianna lets out a scream that's half shock, half excitement.

“WHAT!? Are you serious?”

Valentina drops her phone for a second before scrambling to grab it again.

“Elena, what the hell??”

“I didn't know” I yell defensively. “How am I supposed to know that the handsome stranger you both dared me to kiss is my stepbrother??”

“Fuck!” Valentina exclaims.

“Tell, was it just the kiss??” Gianna asks.

“We made out” I say and blush hard.

“Oh my!” Valentina gasps.

Gianna is fanning herself with her hand, laughing like a maniac.

“This is better than a damn N*****x series. So who was it? Which of them?” She asks.

“That's the problem” I sit up, pulling a pillow to my chest. “I don't know. I can't figure it out. Nico called me “little dove” earlier, not a baby doll. So maybe it's not him. Vincenzo doesn't talk much and Riccardo? I honestly don't know. They're all too good looking and it's messing with my brain.”

Valentina stares at me wide eyed.

“Elena. Babe. You accidentally made out with one of your step brothers before you knew he's your step brother.”

“Yeah” I sigh, hiding my face in the pillow.

Gianna bursts out laughing again.

“Girl you've already failed the step-sibling challenge and you just moved in. This is insane. I love it!”

“I'm doomed” I groan.

“No,” Valentina says with a wicked smirk. “You're not doomed. You're in the middle of a forbidden romance plot. And we need to know who the mystery kiss guy is. Operation baby doll is finally on.”

“I'm scared,” I whisper, half laughing.

“You should be,” Gianna grins. “One of them has tasted your lips and has touched you. And the other two might want to, too.”

My stomach flips. I don't say anything.

Because deep down, I know she might be right.

And that terrifies me.

Their sexy bodies

~ELENA~

A loud knock on the door startles me awake in the morning.

I groan softly.

I don't like being woken up from sleep.

I like to sleep and wake up by myself.

Groggy and still tangled in my sheets, I sit up with a confused frown.

Who is knocking??

Sunlight is peeking through the curtains, and my phone says it's just five minutes past seven.

The knock comes again, this time followed by a familiar voice.

“Elena,” Nico calls. “Get your pretty ass up. We're going to the gym”

I blink, still half-asleep.

Gym??

I drag myself to the door and open it, only to be greeted by Nico wearing a very clean white singlet, and a pair of low hanging black sweatpants and a grin that should be illegal this early in the morning.

“I don't recall signing up for torture this morning” I grumble, rubbing my eyes.

He chuckles.

“Com'on little dove, Riccardo and Vincenzo are downstairs already.”

I roll my eyes.

“Okay, fine. Being fit isn't a bad idea after all” I say.

“Exactly” he murmurs. “You know where the gym is??”

“I'll find my way” I reply to him.

“Sure. We'll be waiting” he winks at me.

I roll my eyes and slam the door in his face.

Such a big flirt!

I walk to the bathroom to brush my mouth and brush my face.

I come out of the bathroom minutes later and walk to my wardrobe to pick one of my gym clothes.

I had bought some of my gym clothes when I wanted to please Alessandro by going to the gym with him.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to wear any of them.

I think it's now useful again.

After staring at the wardrobe for minutes, deciding on which clothes to wear, I end up wearing a sleek, form fitting black crop top and high waisted black compression leggings which hug my hips and thighs and highlight my curves.

Then I wear my sleek training sneakers.

I spray perfume all over my body, then walk out of my room.

***

My eyes widen when I get to the gym and open the door.

I really should have stayed in bed.

I wasn't prepared.

Nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the sight of three shirtless, sweat-licked, sinfully built stepbrothers in front of me.

It dawns on me how identical they are.

For a while, I struggle to differentiate them.

Each has tattoos on his body, and the one with the most tattoos is obviously Nico.

I can't tell the other two apart.

The gym is massive, sleek and modern—more like a private fitness club than a home gym. It smells like mint and sweat, and testosterone.

I step into the gym, and immediately feel like I've been thrown into a sinfully hot fever dream.

One glances up from his stretching and gives me a small, polite smile.

“Good morning, Elena” he greets, and I can tell it's Riccardo.

Good thing I'm able to differentiate them with their personalities.

“Hey,” I say softly, trying not to melt at how his dark curls fall over his forehead. He's in a gray tank top and shorts, muscles carved and glistening.

I study the tattoo on his body for easy identification next time.

He has a black and red snake wrapped around a dagger tattoo on the inside of his biceps. It coils perfectly with his muscles, the head of the snake near his wrist. It's sleek, dangerous and oddly elegant…just like him.

The other is definitely Vincenzo and he doesn't even spare me a glance.

He's at the far end of the gym, punching a sandbag like it personally offended him. His jaw is clenched, muscles flexing with every precise, powerful hit.

He's pure ice and fury, and somehow it makes him even more irresistible.

I study the tattoo on his body too. His tattoo is a massive black wolf head etched across his back. The eyes of the wolf glow with white ink, glowing faintly under the overhead light.

Scars…deep, long and old–slash through parts of it, like he earned both the ink and the pain layered underneath.

I am staring too much and I force myself to look away.

And immediately regret it.

Because my eyes land on Nico. He's lifting weight, tattoos on full display, biceps bulging with each curl. His sweatpants ride low on his hips, teasing the dangerous V-line.

His tattoo is sprawled across the left side of his chest, creeping down his ribs and disappearing into his pants. And another, a burning rose, thorns curling into flames that occupied his left arm and hand is rendered in dark, smoky ink.

The contrast of the ink against his golden tan skin is obscene.

Each of them wears wars on their bodies. Bullet scars on shoulders, knife cuts slashed across abs, faint bruises that hints at fights that ended badly for the other guy.

But instead of ruining their beauty, it adds to it.

They don't look broken.

They look like gods who have been to hell and back…and came out sexier.

And that, in itself, is terrifying.

And right now? I'm the only girl in this damn room. With them.

“Still staring, little dove??” Nico calls lazily, catching my eyes trailing over his abs. “You've been quiet.”

My cheeks turn red in embarrassment. He just caught me gawking at their bodies and his grin isn't helping matters.

I snap my gaze away and cross my arms.

He chuckles and then comes close to me and whispers in my ears.

“You like what you see??”