The rug in the living room was soft, but the atmosphere was anything but. Maya was gasping, her body shaking as Leo plunged into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. He was relentless, his thrusts harsh and punishing, taking her with a raw, desperate hunger that spoke of hours of jealousy and frustration. "Leo, wait—" Maya breathed out, her voice breaking. "No," Leo growled, his voice rough. "You brought this on yourself, Maya." Julian stood nearby, his face a mask of fury, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might snap. He was watching his brother take her, his eyes burning with possessive rage, but he seemed unable to move, frozen by the absolute chaos of the moment. Finn, however, was not frozen. He had been watching from the sofa, his eyes dark and intense, taking in every inch of Maya’s exposed body, every rough thrust of his brother. The sight of her—on her knees, taking Leo with such abandon—had shattered the last remnants of his quie
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