Lana’s POVAntonella’s smirk tells me everything I need to know. The dare she’s just thrown at me is not some playful challenge, it’s a calculated strike. She doesn’t believe this fake relationship with Angelo, not one bit, and now she’s forcing me into a corner where every move I make will expose me.For a second, I can’t breathe. My chest tightens, and my palms go cold. I look at Angelo, searching his face for some kind of answer or some guidance. But his expression mirrors mine: uncertainty, disbelief, and the gravity of being trapped in Antonella’s twisted game.“Well?” Antonella’s voice comes in impatiently. “What are you waiting for, sweetheart?”My throat dries. “Antonella… isn’t that a little too extreme? Too explicit?”Her scoff is almost theatrical. “Oh, please. Don’t tell me you’re shy. We’re all adults here. Nothing is too explicit for us. Didn’t we all just watch Luca wave his… gigantic gift around in front of us? You’re lucky I’m asking you to do all this with your cloth
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