로그인Insane. She had to be completely, utterly insane. That was the only explanation Anny could conjure for the madness that had consumed her since yesterday.
Anny couldn’t find any other excuse. Because else why anyone in their right mind makes out with two brothers in a single day! And to think of how she had come on Michele's face and how he had kissed her on the lips, making her taste herself on h
Insane. She had to be completely, utterly insane. That was the only explanation Anny could conjure for the madness that had consumed her since yesterday.Anny couldn’t find any other excuse. Because else why anyone in their right mind makes out with two brothers in a single day! And to think of how she had come on Michele's face and how he had kissed her on the lips, making her taste herself on his lips while he ground his throbbing length against her thigh.She was still certifiably insane because every time her mind drifted back to last night’s dream where Adriano had pulled her panties aside, pushing his dick deep into her and Michele’s dick was buried in her mouth.She actually liked it and craved it.
One hand clasped to her mouth, another furiously rubbing her clit.That had been Anny for the night. When she woke up this morning, she could not have imagined in her wildest dreams that this was how she would be going to sleep tonight. She would not be able to sleep until she came at least once to ease this tension off her.Adriano, Michele. Both of them had her doing this. It was their fault. But it would be fine. She would be fine."Ahh..." she moaned softly, a hand moving to her breasts, touching her tits, she rolled her thumb on her nipple and trembled at the thought of Adriano doing this to her and her pussy, what if it was Michele or Adriano rubbing her pussy instead? "Ah!"Her body trembled even more.
Anny's body tensed, but not for the wrong reasons. For all the right reasons. Wait, was there anything right in what was going on, though?Adriano's words still echoed in her mind from weeks ago. "It's Daddy for you, babygirl." The memory sent a shiver down her spine and now Michele had said the same thing.Both demanding she call them Daddy. Both of them had touched her, wanted her, made her feel things she had never felt before."I..." she tried to speak, but his tongue traced the curve of her earlobe and her words dissolved into a desperate moan.Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. Suddenly, a sharp knock shattered the moment.
It’s been a week since Anny had been caught between the Carter brothers. Seven days of avoiding both of them, hiding in her room, trying to sort through the chaos of her emotions.And now she stood in the study of the mansion, staring out the window at the gray sky beyond. The house was quiet. She heard the door open behind her, felt the familiar presence enter the room. She didn't turn. She knew who it was."Anny."Michele's voice was soft, almost hesitant, a stark contrast to the commanding tone she usually heard from him. She finally turned, her grey eyes meeting his ocean-blue ones."Michele," she breathed, affirming his identity even as he affirmed hers.
“What the hell are you doing? Your mother just died! You're mourning her death! You should be crying, not kissing her husband this needily out of the blue!” The voice screamed inside Anny's head.But she ignored that voice, feeling something more stir deep within her. Adriano was kissing her like she had never been kissed before. She had been kissed a few times in her life, but none of them had ever felt like this. Those were brief, fumbling encounters with boys who didn't know what they were doing.His hands on her waist moved up her back and she found herself moaning again into the kiss. She was already breathless, but she couldn't break the kiss, couldn't even attempt to break it because she had no idea if either of them would be bold enough to continue if they stopped for even a single second. The momentum was f
One month.Thirty days since Anny had watched her mother's chest fall still. Thirty days since the flatline had echoed through the ICU like a death knell. Thirty days since she had screamed until her throat bled raw and her voice gave out completely.And now she stood in the bedroom that had once been hers, staring at a photograph she couldn't bring herself to touch.The house was quiet. The silence had pressed against her eardrums and made her hyperaware of every creak and groan of the old structure settling around her. Funeral arrangements had been made, condolences had been offered and the world had moved on.But Anny hadn't.The photograph on her bedsid
The call with her mother had barely ended before Anny hurled her phone onto the dorm bed as if the device had burned her. Her mother's voice still echoed in her ears, every syllable coiling low in her belly like something sick and twisting."Let me guess," Morgan said from her desk, spinning lazily
The crash echoed through the pool area like a gunshot, splintering the charged silence between them. Anny's heart lurched into her throat as she spun toward the sound, water sloshing around her waist. Adriano's hand shot out instinctively, grasping her arm as if to shield her.Through the floor-to-
Adriano was sitting by the pool with a glass of wine in his hand, waiting for Anny. He swirled the deep red wine in lazy circles. The morning sun climbed higher in the cloudless sky, casting diamonds across the water's surface and warming the stone tiles beneath hi
Anny groaned as her peaceful slumber shattered under the shrill ringtone of her phone. Her hand flailed across the sheets until her fingers closed around the device.Morgan. Calling at eight in the goddamn







