Page 102 of Their Reckless Thief (The Below #1)

CELESTE

The thrum of bass from the nightclub’s speakers vibrated through my chest, the energy electric and infectious. Dorian’s newest club was packed, the dance floor alive with flashing lights and bodies moving to the rhythm. The air smelled of sweat, perfume, and expensive liquor.

We were seated in the VIP section in a booth tucked into a corner, giving us a perfect view of the dance floor while still allowing some privacy.

Vincenzo leaned back against the leather, exuding effortless confidence in his perfectly tailored suit.

Luca, as always, sat in the shadows, his brooding presence commanding without trying.

Dorian, ever the life of the party, laughed loudly as he recounted some ridiculous story about a rival club owner.

It had been days since we struck our deal with The Shadow, and the victory still buzzed between us. Vincenzo’s women were free, and the weight that had pressed on us for weeks had finally lifted. For the first time in what felt like forever, we could breathe. And tonight, we celebrated.

Vincenzo flagged down a server, his fingers brushing mine. “A round of your best whiskey for the table,” he said smoothly. His dark eyes flicked to mine, holding them for a moment longer than necessary.

The drinks arrived swiftly—crystal glasses filled with amber liquid that caught the light like fire. Vincenzo raised his glass, and we followed. “To victories,” he said, his voice low and velvety. His gaze swept over me, then Luca and Dorian. “And to the battles we’ll win next.”

“To victories,” I echoed, clinking my glass against his. The burn of whiskey slid down my throat, warm and intoxicating, and I felt a rush of something more potent than alcohol.

Freedom.

Dorian grabbed my hand, pulling me from the booth with a grin that promised trouble. “Enough sitting. You’re coming to dance.”

“Is that a request or a command?” I teased as he led me to the dance floor.

He spun me into the crowd. “Does it matter?”

The beat pulsed through my veins as we moved. Vincenzo joined us, his hands finding my hips as he pulled me closer. His possessive touch sent a shiver racing down my spine.

I smiled up at him. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“I have reason to be.” His fingers tightened on my waist, guiding me in time with the music. “And so do you.”

Luca appeared behind me, his presence like a shadow enveloping me in its intensity. His hands brushed my arms, trailing fire in their wake. “Are you trying to make a scene?” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.

“Maybe,” I said breathlessly, leaning back against him. The weight of him, the solidness, was grounding even as it sent my pulse racing.

Dorian was in front of me now, his hands running up my sides, teasing the fabric of my dress. His silver eyes glinted as he leaned in, his breath hot against my cheek. “You like being the center of attention, don’t you?”

“I think you like making me the center of attention,” I countered, smirking as I tilted my head back, letting my hair fall loose around my shoulders.

The four of us moved together, our bodies pressed close.

Hands wandered, teasing touches that set my skin on fire.

Vincenzo’s lips brushed my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin below my ear.

Dorian’s hands slid lower, guiding my hips as I ground against him.

Luca’s breath was hot against my neck, his grip firm and commanding as he steadied me.

I felt their desire, and it ignited something primal in me. I turned, pulling Vincenzo into a kiss. He growled low in his throat, his hand tangling in my hair. When I broke away, Dorian was there, his lips claiming mine with a slow, deliberate passion that left me dizzy.

And then Luca. He didn’t kiss me often, but when he did, it was all-consuming. His lips were soft yet firm, his touch both tender and unyielding. He kissed me like he needed it, like I was the air he needed to breathe, and I melted into him.

“Take us home,” I whispered against Luca’s lips, my voice trembling with need. “Now.”

His eyes darkened, and I felt the shift in his magic, the cool press of shadows enveloping us. The nightclub disappeared, the sounds fading into silence as the world bent and twisted around us.

The world shifted as Luca veilstepped us back to Vincenzo’s mansion, the rush of his power brushing against my skin like a cold whisper.

The warmth of the grand entrance hall enveloped us almost instantly, but the fire between us blazed far hotter than anything the house could offer.

My heels clicked against the marble floor, and before I could steady myself, Vincenzo’s hands were already on me, pulling me close, his lips finding the curve of my neck.

I barely noticed Luca stepping away, the shadows wavering at the edges of my vision as Vincenzo’s mouth claimed mine, his kiss commanding and filled with triumph.

Behind me, Dorian pressed up against my back, his hands roving over my hips as his lips grazed my shoulder.

His touch was teasing, leaving trails of heat that made my skin ache for more.

“Can’t even make it through the door,” I murmured, my voice shaky but laced with amusement.

“Blame yourself,” Dorian whispered against my ear, his tongue flicking at the lobe. “You’re irresistible.”

Fabric whispered to the floor as fingers worked quickly to shed layers. My dress slid from my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in only my lingerie. Luca’s gaze met mine from where he stood, heat smoldering in his eyes. He didn’t move—not yet—but the air between us vibrated.

“I need you now,” Vincenzo growled, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, lifting me effortlessly as my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me toward the den, his mouth never leaving mine.

The plush rug by the fireplace caught my back as he lowered me onto it, the heat from the flames licking my exposed skin.

Vincenzo hovered over me, his hands braced on either side of my head, his dark eyes devouring me.

Dorian knelt beside us, fingers slipping beneath the straps of my bra, his mouth trailing hot kisses along my collarbone.

And then Luca stepped forward, his shadows curling around him like restless predators. He knelt at my feet, hands ghosting up my calves, his touch firm yet reverent. When his lips brushed the inside of my knee, I gasped, the sound muffled against Vincenzo’s chest.

“You’re torturing me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.

“No,” Luca murmured, his voice like silk. “I’m savoring you.”

Vincenzo lay next to me, draping my leg over his hip as Luca’s hands slid higher, parting my thighs as his mouth followed, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

I whimpered, my hips bucking slightly as his tongue found its mark, his lips sealing over me with deliberate precision.

His tongue swirled and stroked with a rhythm that made my head spin.

Dorian’s hands slid behind me, unclasping my bra with practiced ease.

He pulled it away, baring me completely to their hungry gazes.

His mouth replaced his hands, his tongue circling one nipple before drawing it into his mouth, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.

His hand found my other breast, kneading gently as he lavished me with attention.

Vincenzo tilted my chin up and caught my mouth in a kiss so deep it left me breathless.

His hand slid down my body, his fingers slipping between my folds, stroking me in time with Luca’s movements.

The combination was almost too much, and I arched off the rug as they worked me together, their touches synchronized as though they’d rehearsed this moment a thousand times.

“Beautiful,” Vincenzo murmured against my lips, his fingers curling inside me, drawing a moan from deep within my throat.

I reached for him, tugging at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

He chuckled but didn’t stop me, helping me push the fabric from his shoulders as he removed his fingers from me.

His chest was cool and solid beneath my hands, his muscles flexing as he leaned down to kiss me again.

Dorian’s lips trailed lower until they joined Luca’s. My head fell back, a cry escaping me as they both focused on pleasuring me, their tongues working in tandem, one circling while the other fucked me with his tongue. My hands fisted in the rug, and I trembled as they pushed me closer to the edge.

“Let go,” Luca whispered, his voice vibrating against me. “Let us take you there.”

And I did. The climax hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and boneless beneath them. They didn’t stop, their hands and mouths coaxing every last tremor from my body until I was a quivering mess.

When I finally opened my eyes, they were watching me, their expressions a mixture of satisfaction and lust.

“I need more,” I whispered, my voice trembling with raw need as I pushed myself up, my eyes locking on Vincenzo.

He didn’t hesitate. His lips claimed mine, rough and demanding, as if he could pour all his desire into me in that kiss alone.

My hands roamed over his taut body, memorizing the ridges of his muscles.

With practiced ease, I unbuckled his belt, the metallic click echoing in the room.

He groaned into my mouth, his fingers threading through my hair as I worshipped every inch of him, giving back what they had so thoroughly taken from me.

Pushing him onto his back, I straddled him. Slowly, deliberately, I sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside me. The stretch was exquisite, leaving me gasping for air. Vincenzo gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to move.

“Fuck, Celeste. You’re so wet for us,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Behind me, Dorian stepped closer, his hand threading through my hair as he tilted my head back to meet his gaze.

His lips curved into a wicked smile before he unzipped his pants, releasing his cock.

I grasped it firmly, pulling him closer until I could take him into my mouth.

I let him set the rhythm, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes as he thrust deeper.

Luca remained in the shadows, his dark eyes watching intently.

He didn’t move to join us, his presence commanding even in stillness.

His shadows, however, had no such restraint.

They crept toward me, tendrils of darkness teasing over my skin before homing in on their targets.

One curled around my clit, pulsing and sucking in perfect rhythm with Vincenzo’s thrusts.

Another teased the sensitive flesh between us, a slick, ghostly sensation that made me shudder.

And then, a lone shadow slipped inside my ass, the pressure and warmth driving me to the edge. I cried out around Dorian’s cock, trembling with the onslaught of sensations.

“Gods, Celeste,” he groaned, his voice like gravel as he tilted his head back, his jaw clenched tight.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Vincenzo guided me, pulling me down harder with every thrust as Dorian gripped the back of my head, burying himself deep into my throat. The rhythm of Luca’s shadows pushed me over the edge, Dorian’s cock muffling my cries as I convulsed in a blinding orgasm.

Dorian came with a guttural moan, filling my mouth. I eagerly swallowed him down, swirling my tongue over his head. Moments later, Vincenzo grunted, his grip on my hips bruising as he thrust one final time and spilled into me.

Spent, Dorian stepped back, and Vincenzo let me collapse against his chest. For a moment, the room was silent save for the sound of our heavy breaths.

But I wasn’t done. Not yet. My gaze found Luca’s, and with shaky legs, I climbed off Vincenzo and made my way to where Luca sat in the corner, his cock still hard and waiting. I straddled him, sinking onto his lap, his arms wrapping tightly around me as I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

“You’ve been so patient,” I murmured, grinding against him.

His hands gripped my waist, holding me steady as the other two men approached, their gazes dark and satisfied.

“She’s so perfect like this,” Dorian murmured, his hand brushing over my back.

Vincenzo crouched beside us, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let’s make her come one more time, Luca. Help her fall apart for us.”

Their words, their touch, sent fire coursing through my veins. They whispered to me, praising me, telling me how beautiful I looked, how much they needed to see me shatter again. Luca’s hips bucked beneath me as I moved, the friction sending both of us spiraling closer.

“Good girl,” he growled into my ear. “Come with me, Celeste. Let go.”

His words sent me over the edge. My body tensed, my climax pulsing through me as I cried out his name, the sound raw and unrestrained. Luca followed moments later, his release flooding me as he buried his face in my shoulder.

The three of them held me as I came down, their touches grounding me, their voices soothing. I belonged to them, and they to me, in every way that mattered.