LOGINThey had bathed separately, of course. Anny and Adriano. Because there was simply no possibility that they would have managed to keep their hands off each other if they had stepped into the shower together. The temptation would have been far too great, the inevitable result a foregone conclusion and they still had important work to complete before tomorrow's critical meeting.
Adriano had retreated to h
Anny slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoing through her room like a gunshot. Her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the bottle of alcohol she had grabbed on her way out of the bar, pouring the amber liquid into the glass with unsteady movements. She had already managed to open it during her hurried walk upstairs, needing something to occupy her trembling fingers.Now, with a full glass in hand, she set the bottle down on her bedside table and brought the glass to her lips. The alcohol burned as it slid down her throat, spreading warmth through her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing it to calm her racing heart, to quiet the chaos in her mind.It didn't work.She found her way to her bed, dropping the half-empty glass onto the nightstand before collaps
Anny sighed softly before walking over to her table and grabbing her phone. The screen glowed, showing the time as 9:07 PM. She slid the device into the pocket of her joggers, tucked both hands in alongside it and stepped out of her room, closing the door with a quiet click behind her.The mansion was peaceful at this hour, the corridors dimly lit and silent save for the soft padding of her bare feet against the cool marble floors. She made her way toward the in-house bar, her heart already beating faster in anticipation of seeing them. Within two minutes, she arrived at the impressive space. It was designed for intimate gatherings, with warm amber lighting that cast soft shadows across the leather seating and polished wood surfaces. The atmosphere felt both celebratory and deeply private.And there, settled on the couch, were Adrian
An hour after Hannah's departure, the sound of approaching vehicles announced the brothers' return. Michele and Adriano arrived simultaneously, though in separate cars, a small miracle in itself. The fact that they had somehow coordinated their arrival time was an improvement in their perpetually strained relationship. Within minutes, both brothers had settled into her room, occupying opposite sofas like opposing generals maintaining a fragile, unspoken truce.Anny stood in the center of the room, offering each of them a glass of chilled water before taking her own seat. The atmosphere was heavy, weighted with unspoken tension and the lingering exhaustion of the day."Welcome back," she said softly, glancing between them."How are you feeling?" Michele asked, his eyes studyi
Anny sat in her new office, utterly drained. She had needed to be woken several times that morning before she finally managed to drag herself out of bed. The previous night had taken everything from her, leaving her body aching and her mind foggy with exhaustion.She should have listened when her Adriano and Michele suggested postponing. She should have been sensible and waited until a night when she didn't have to wake early for her first official day as CEO. But she didn't regret a single moment of it. Not one.The memory of last night still burned fresh in her mind. The way they had found a steady rhythm together, both brothers moving inside her in perfect synchronization. The way they had lost control near the end, their gentle thrusts becoming desperate and wild. She had come twice more in those final moments, her body shatterin
Anny refused to postpone this. Not for anything. She had been craving this, fantasizing about this, waking up dripping wet from dreams of this exact moment for what felt like forever. Tonight, when every star had aligned, she would not surrender to fatigue.Who knew what tomorrow held? Perhaps they would both be called away on urgent business. Perhaps she would be buried alive under corporate responsibilities, drowning in board meetings and shareholder demands. Perhaps the opportunity would evaporate and she would spend another agonizing week desperately fucking herself with her own fingers, trying and failing to replicate what only they could give her.Tonight was the night. She would not wait another moment."Are you absolutely certain, babygirl? Taking both of us at
Anny's body became a battlefield of sensation. The vibrator teased at her entrance, not pressing inside, just buzzing softly against her slick, swollen folds. Her muscles tensed and quivered in an endless, agonizing cycle, clenching tight in anticipation, then trembling loose as the toy retreated.Each near-intrusion sent fresh waves of desperation crashing through her nervous system. The vibration on its lowest setting felt almost gentle this way, drawing soft, purring moans from her parted lips. It felt devastatingly good and it didn't threaten to rip her apart. Then cool oil cascaded across her spine.The liquid pooled in the dip of her lower back before streaming down over the curve of her ass in slow, sensual rivulets. The sensation made her tense muscles loosen slightly, a fleeting moment of unexpected relaxation and in t
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
"Welcome home, Anny," Adriano murmured, his voice dripping with quiet arrogance as he brushed past her, the heat of his body lingering in the doorway like a taunt. His composure was infuriatingly intact, not a single hair out of place, not even a flicker of guilt in those dark, knowing eyes. Anny
"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







