LOGINThe conversation with Anny had left both brothers unsettled in ways neither wanted to fully acknowledge. They had spoken to her, trying to extract any information she might have about her mother's past, about anyone who could possibly be behind the desecration of Rosie's grave and the direct threat against Anny's life.
She mentioned one of her mother's ex-lovers who had been abusive.
<The conversation with Anny had left both brothers unsettled in ways neither wanted to fully acknowledge. They had spoken to her, trying to extract any information she might have about her mother's past, about anyone who could possibly be behind the desecration of Rosie's grave and the direct threat against Anny's life.She mentioned one of her mother's ex-lovers who had been abusive.The name that fell from Anny's lips had struck Michele like a physical blow. He knew him well and he wasn't certain, even now, that the man Anny described as an abuser was not capable of such violence and talking about unbelievable things.The entire conversation about Charlie still clung to Michele's thoughts like a stubborn fog. But he would never want to dismiss Anny's words outright an
"Can you stop, please? Can you stop making me worried all the time?" Morgan's voice crackled through the phone speaker, laced with equal parts frustration and relief."I'm sorry," Anny mumbled, tucking her knees up beneath her chin on the edge of her bed."After what happened with your mother's grave, do you have any idea how worried I've been? And then throughout the entire day, you didn't pick up my calls once. Not once, Anny! Do you know how terrified I was? I thought something had happened to you. I thought that bastard had..." Morgan's voice cracked and she didn't finish the sentence.Anny's chest tightened with guilt. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to ignore your calls. I was just...""What were you doing?"
Anny lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, her chest heaving with ragged, uneven breaths. Her vision was hazy, the edges of the room softened into a dreamlike blur and her body refused to obey even the simplest command. She was utterly drained, every last ounce of strength wrung from her limbs by the force of her climax.She needed time to recover, catch her breath, let her racing heart slow to something resembling normal and allow her overstimulated nerves to settle."Babygirl..."Michele's hands trailed up her thighs, his fingers tracing feather-light patterns against her sensitive skin. The touch sent a fresh shiver racing through her exhausted body.Okay. Maybe she wasn't going to have as much time to re
Anny was sore. Her pussy ached from being freshly fucked, the delicious, deep throb a constant reminder of how thoroughly Adriano had already claimed her. But she knew this wasn't over yet. If anything, it was far from over. Adriano had demanded two rounds, his eyes burning with the promise of more and she was quite certain that Michele would also want to fuck her again after his brother had his second turn.The anticipation alone made her shiver.Adriano's hands closed around her waist, his grip firm and commanding as he pulled her into position. With barely any strength left in her trembling limbs, Anny obeyed the silent directive, getting onto her hands and knees atop the rumpled sheets, her body displayed for both brothers like an offering.Michele positioned himself in
Anny was spread out on the bed, her chest still heaving from the force of her orgasms, her body still trembling from being fucked so thoroughly. The overwhelming sensation of it all, the pleasure, the submission, the sheer intensity of being claimed by both brothers left her floating in a haze of blissful exhaustion.She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Michele lowered himself toward her. His lips brushed against hers in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the filthy, commanding words that had just been spilling from his mouth."You taste so fucking good," he whispered against her lips, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. Then he pulled away, moving out from between her legs.Before Anny could catch her breath, Adriano was already taking his place. He
"It feels so good," Anny sobbed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks.Then Adriano's hands were on her. He lifted her from the floor with effortless strength and placed her gently onto the dining table. His hand found her jaw, tilting her face upward and then his lips were on hers. The kiss was slow, soft, achingly tender. When he finally broke away, Michele was there, his mouth capturing hers with equal gentleness, his lips moving against hers in a delicate, worshipping caress.Their kisses awakened her desire all over again, stoking the embers of her spent passion back into a roaring flame. She moaned softly as Michele's lips left hers and traveled to her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive column of her throat. A
"Thank you, Adriano, you mean."A seductive husky voice tore the silent air of the kitchen and the bowl slipped from her fingers before her brain registered the fear. Strawberries scattered across the dark marble floor like drops of blood, crushing beneath her bare heel as she spun toward the doorw
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
Anny smirked, licking the last trace of his cum from her lips. “If I cared, I wouldn’t have sucked your dick, daddy. And I’m sure you didn’t love her either. If you had, then you wouldn’t have let me do so and come here at this hour.”Anny's words hung in the air like a challenge, her smirk unwaver
Anny’s bedroom was bathed in the pale blue glow of moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, a musky, sweet perfume that clung to her skin. She lay on the bed, still trembling from the aftershock







