chapter 14

Chapter 14: The Message That Burns (Elena's POV)

I stare at the phone screen until the words blur. Daddy's message sits there like a knife in my chest. The photo of me on my knees Matteo deep in my mouth cum shining on my face. My own eyes in the picture look wild happy lost. I remember that moment. I remember begging for it. Now seeing it again makes my stomach twist and my thighs squeeze together at the same time.

Matteo takes the phone from my hand gentle sets it face down on the nightstand. He pulls me close wraps both arms around me. His skin warm solid. I bury my face in his neck breathe him in smoke cologne sweat. It calms me a little.

Luca sits up rubs his eyes looks serious for once. "He wouldn't really send it would he?"

Matteo exhales slow. "He might. Men cornered do stupid things. Especially when it's about their kid."

I lift my head look between them. "What do we do?"

Matteo brushes hair from my face thumb traces my cheek. "We don't panic. We think. First tell me what you want Elena. No bullshit. No trying to please us. What do you want?"

I swallow hard. My throat feels tight. "I want to stay. With you. With both of you. All three. I want this life the heat the way you make me feel alive. But I don't want Daddy to hurt anymore. I don't want him to see that photo go everywhere. He would break completely."

Luca scoots closer hand rests on my knee warm heavy. "Then we stop him. We talk to him. Face to face. No games."

Matteo nods. "We can do that. But not tonight. Tonight we keep you here safe. Tomorrow we set a meet. Neutral place. His men stay outside. Ours too. Just him and us."

I nod small. "Okay."

Matteo kisses my forehead long soft. "Good girl. Now lie back. Let us take care of you."

He pushes me down gentle on the pillows. Luca moves to my side kisses my shoulder my neck slow open mouth kisses that make me shiver. Matteo spreads my legs wide settles between them. His breath hot on my inner thigh.

"You've had a hard night princess," he murmurs. "Let me make it better."

His tongue touches me soft at first flat lick from bottom to top. I sigh long body relaxing into the mattress. Luca's mouth finds my breast sucks the nipple gentle rolls it with his tongue. Pleasure spreads slow warm like honey.

Matteo licks circles around my clit never quite touching it teases until I'm squirming hips lifting begging quiet. "Please Matteo..."

He smiles against me finally gives me what I want tongue pressing firm circles fast then slow then fast again. Luca switches to the other breast hand sliding down my stomach fingers joining Matteo's tongue one finger slipping inside easy curling slow.

I moan louder back arching. The room fills with wet sounds my breathing their soft groans. Pleasure builds steady not rushing just growing deeper hotter.

Luca kisses up my neck to my ear whispers rough. "You taste so sweet baby. Come for us. Let go."

Matteo sucks my clit hard fingers pumping faster. I shatter soft cry ripping from my throat body shaking thighs clamping around his head. Waves roll through me long sweet not violent just perfect.

They don't stop. Matteo keeps licking gentle now cleaning me up slow. Luca kisses me deep tongue sliding against mine sharing my taste.

When the last tremor fades Matteo climbs up kisses me too. I taste myself on his lips salty sweet.

Luca pulls me into his arms Matteo spoons behind me hand resting on my hip. We lie like that quiet breathing together.

Luca speaks first voice low. "Tomorrow we end this. No more threats. No more games. We talk like men."

Matteo nods against my hair. "And if he won't listen..."

I finish the sentence quiet. "Then we protect what's ours."

They both squeeze me tighter.

I close my eyes feel safe wrapped between them. But sleep doesn't come easy. My mind keeps going back to the photo to Daddy's words.

Come home soon.

I know I can't.

But I also know he won't stop.

And when tomorrow comes...

One wrong word one bad move...

Everything could fall apart.

My phone lights up again on the nightstand.

Another message.

I reach for it before they can stop me.

This time no photo.

Just words.

"I love you Elena. Always will. But if you don't come home by midnight tomorrow... the photo goes to your aunt first. Then your cousins. Then everyone. I'm sorry. But I can't lose you like this."

I drop the phone like it burns.

Midnight tomorrow.

Less than twenty four hours.

Matteo sees my face pulls me close again.

Luca curses soft.

The clock ticks loud in the quiet room.

We have one day to fix this.

One day to stop the bomb from going off.

And I know deep down...

It might already be too late.