LOGIN"Hi, Morgan," Anny smiled at her phone screen, propped against the dresser mirror. She was seated before it.
"Hi, girrrrl!" Morgan's voice burst through the speaker, bright and teasing. "I was already thinking you weren't going to call me today."
Anny laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "So you didn't call me today because
"You're too much of a whore, aren't you, babygirl?" Michele whispered against her ear, his voice that dark, velvety rumble that never failed to make her tremble."Hmm," Anny affirmed, still sucking on Adriano's glistening finger, her tongue swirling around the digit with desperate enthusiasm."Then tonight, I'm going to fuck you so hard until you stop being a whore for cock. I'm going to fuck you over and over until you beg us to stop and promise you won't be such a needy little slut anymore."The words sent a thrill racing through her veins. It sounded like a delicious dare, a challenge she was more than eager to accept. Anny released Adriano's finger with a soft, wet pop and gazed up at Michele through her lashes.
Anny rose from the dresser, her bare feet padding softly against the floor as she crossed the room. When she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat. Adriano and Michele stood side by side in the doorway, their broad shoulders filling the frame.The sight of them together, their expressions dark with intent, their eyes burning with that familiar hunger, sent a shiver cascading down her spine. She knew immediately what was coming her way, what that look in their eyes promised and she didn't mind at all. If anything, her heart leaped with a surge of joy and curiosity, wondering what delights the night had in store for her."We have something to tell you, babygirl," Michele said, his eyes tracing the curves of her face.Anny stepped aside, allowing them inside. T
"Hi, Morgan," Anny smiled at her phone screen, propped against the dresser mirror. She was seated before it."Hi, girrrrl!" Morgan's voice burst through the speaker, bright and teasing. "I was already thinking you weren't going to call me today."Anny laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "So you didn't call me today because you were waiting to see if I would call you first?""Well, yes," Morgan admitted with a shameless grin, "but I'm glad you called." She reached for a glass of warm milk on her kitchen counter, raising it to her lips for a quick sip.Anny's eyebrows rose in surprise. "You're drinking warm milk at night now? I thought you said you were going to have it every morning?"
Last night was insane. Absolutely, utterly, devastatingly insane. It was a wonder that Anny had not passed out before it all came to an end. Her body still hummed with the ghost of Adriano's touch, every muscle aching pleasantly, every inch of her skin still tingling with the memory of his possession.Now, she sat in the garden beneath the shade of the elegant pavilion, a tall glass of chilled orange juice sweating condensation onto the wrought iron table beside her. A book on business management lay open in her lap, its pages filled with concepts and strategies she was determined to master.She was averagely knowledgeable about business. Her mother had taught her the fundamentals over the years, casual lessons imparted over dinner conversations and weekend phone calls. But she would need far more than average knowledge to run Rosie'
The promise hung in the air between them, dark and intoxicating. Adriano's eyes burned down at Anny’s with an intensity that made her breath catch, his earlier restraint dissolving like mist before a wildfire. The teasing was over. The torture was done. Now, there was only the raw, primal hunger that had been building between them all evening."On your hands and knees, darling," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her very bones. "Now."Anny scrambled to obey, her trembling limbs barely supporting her as she turned over on the rumpled sheets. She pressed her chest into the mattress and lifted her hips, presenting herself to him in perfect submission. Her pussy was dripping, her arousal coating her inner thighs, her entire body humming with desperate, aching need.
Dinner had passed in a heavy, contemplative silence. The clink of silverware against porcelain had been the only accompaniment to the unspoken thoughts swirling through the dining room. None of them had said much since the afternoon, since Anny had revealed the truth about how Charlie had actually treated her mother. The revelation had settled over both brothers like a shroud, their perception of a man they had once called a friend now fractured beyond repair.Now, the three of them walked through the dimly lit corridor toward Anny's bedroom, their footsteps muffled by the plush runner carpet. Still, not a single word passed between them. The silence was thick, charged with something that had nothing to do with the revelations of the afternoon and everything to do with the tension that had been building between them since the moment they left the dining table.
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
"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







