All Chapters of Trapped Between the Mafia Brothers: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Eden's POVDante pulls me into the shower before the sun even rises. Even though we were naked all night, the wounds and the adrenaline from the day before had caused too much tension for anything fun to happen. I'm okay with it though.For once, our serene silence was enough for me to feel secure between them both.Dante takes over the task of washing my hair while Ryder sleeps in, per usual. He finally stalks out of bed, wearing a pair of pajama pants that hang just under the muscles that carve a trail right toward his arousal. My heart sputters in my chest.Having Dante press into my back as he draws soapy hands down my sides doesn't help. His erection is sputtering as well, brushing against my lower back.They're both smiling and relaxed. I am pleased with their delight after having such tension between us for so long. For once, maybe just this time, our blissful streak will carry on uninterrupted.Ryder comes close, ready to yank free of his clothes and join us, but hi

Eden's POVEvery night since the Golden brothers and I roleplayed the robbery has been amazing. We are closer than ever, and to my surprise, they have been taking more and more time off of work and ignoring phone calls when they come late in the evening or too early in the morning.The only issue is, I am being eaten alive with guilt over not telling them how I fully feel about them both. I can't stand holding onto this secret, but then again, I doubt it's much of a secret. I can't get enough of them, and they can't seem to get enough of me either.I fall backward into the office chair, bored out of my mind, and curiously I begin going through the desktop computer they keep in here. It's the middle of the night, and I can't sleep with my thoughts racing like they have been for days now.The brothers are downstairs, sleeping away in bliss after I managed to crawl ever so carefully out of bed. I scroll through the Internet and check my email, poking around to kill time until morn

Eden's POVThe wine cellar is freezing cold.I huddle in the corner of the cellar, between shelves of red and white wine, all of which are more expensive than the bottle before it. I can't even have any to drink, or anything to drink at all, with my hands still bound behind me.My wrists have raw, exposed cuts, and I can't even feel the sting of pain from them anymore. My face is throbbing with bruises, along with my neck and the rest of my body over the last few days of viciousness and neglect.I'm wearing a long dress shirt that Asher has managed to put me in between random beatings and atrocious lines of questioning. I try to keep my lips sealed about where Ryder and Dante are, but it won't last long. I'm breaking slowly, and the cold, relentless torment of my body is starting to wear me down even further.The door opens across the cellar, and I try to appear small, almost non-threatening, and maybe that will curb their appetite to hurt me further. I haven't had food or wa

Eden's POVI wake slowly, in peace, but also in pain. I can spot the wounds on my body purely by the throbbing aches that dot my body all over. I rub my eyes and regret it instantly, my cheek pulsing from the small touch I put there.Looking around the familiar bed, I spot a few unfamiliar spaces next to me. Ryder isn't beside me, and Dante isn't behind me. The last thing I recall was Asher finally convincing me to give up where the estate was, but I never anticipated he would actually give me back to the Golden brothers.That is, unless he gave me back and then took them away!I leap out of bed, landing on my knees while my foot lands crooked on the floor. My ankle is wrapped in the tight knot of a metal brace. I hop upright onto my good foot, seeing the length of my leg lined in dark scratches and deep welts.Standing straight, I catch the sounds of a familiar voice down the hall and try my best to limp on my good ankle toward the living room. Rounding the corner, I spot th

Eden's POVDante lays back in bed, his hands heavy on my sore hips. I'll be damned if I show the pain that spikes from his massive palms running trails down my ribs, my body bouncing in gleeful anticipation while he steadies me on his lap.Ryder moves behind me, meticulously taking off my shirt and kissing my shoulders and neck in heavenly unison. I purr a noise, leaning back into a warm, wall of muscle that is Ryder's bare chest. He pulls my ass against Dante's lap as his pelvis brushes my lower back.We're all naked in a matter of seconds, assuming the same positions as before when we were clothed.Dante picks me up on his lap and lowers his erection deep into my core, setting wildfires in my chest. I heave for air, his hands managing to pull me forward, pressing my chest to his while his hips take up the movements and speed.To my surprise, they are rather gentle.Considering the wounds marking all three of us now, I can't be surprised at their newfound calmness.Ryder