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31. The Morning After

Anny sat propped against the headboard of her bed, the silk sheets pooled around her waist, her laptop balanced precariously on her knees. The screen glowed with the face of her best friend, Morgan, who was nestled into her favorite armchair with her cat, Mocha, curled contentedly in her lap. "You look so disheveled and exhausted," Morgan said, her brow furrowing with concern as she studied Anny's face through the screen. "It must be really hard for you over there." Anny shifted against the pillows, acutely aware of every ache in her thoroughly used body. The soothing bath Michele and Adriano had prepared for her had done little to erase the evidence of their marathon encounter. Her muscles still hummed with the memory of their touch, her lips still felt swollen from their kisses and there was a pleasant soreness between her thighs t

32. Smitten and Frustrated

"If you truly wanted to leave, no one would have been able to stop you. I know you. I've known you for years. When you truly want something, nothing stands in your way." The words hung in the air between them. Anny felt them settle into her chest like stones dropping into still water. "I... I really wanted to leave," Anny protested, but even to her own ears, the words sounded hollow, unconvincing. She twisted the edge of the sheet between her fingers, unable to meet Morgan's gaze. "I was sneaking out in a hurry. But I... I saw them and..." She trailed off, the excuse dying on her tongue. What could she possibly say? That their combined presence had stripped away every ounce of her resolve? That a single look from either of them was enough to make her forget why she had wante

33. From Good Morning to On Your Stomach

The door swung open with a quiet click and Michele stepped into the room. Anny's breath caught in her throat. Being propped against the headboard while he stood towering in the doorway made him seem even taller, imposing, a dark silhouette framed by the soft light of the hallway beyond. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing them in together. She took a deep breath, willing her heart to stop its traitorous racing. He was dressed simply in a loose black shirt with the top two buttons undone, yet he looked absolutely devastating. His dark hair was damp, droplets of water still clung to the exposed skin of his collarbone, catching the lamplight like tiny diamonds. In his hands, he carried a small tray. The domesticity of the gesture was so at odds with the predatory gleam in

34. Breakfast Could Wait

"Let's see how wet and ready to eat my pretty slut is for me." The words had barely left Michele's lips when he lowered his mouth to her dripping pussy. His tongue swept through her slick folds in one devastating stroke and Anny cried out, her back arching off the mattress as if she had been struck by lightning. "Ah! Daddy!" He didn't start slow. He devoured her like a man starved, his tongue plunging deep into her entrance before dragging upward to circle her throbbing clit. The overwhelming sensation made her thighs clamp around his head, but his hands were already there, gripping her flesh with bruising force, prying her legs apart and pinning them to the mattress. "You taste even better than I remembered," Miche

35. A Daughter's Worst Nightmare

Anny stirred from her exhausted slumber, her fingers coming up to rub at her heavy, sleep-crusted eyes. Every muscle in her body protested as she pushed herself upright against the rumpled pillows. Her knees still felt weak even as she sat motionless, a lingering reminder of everything Michele had put her through.An involuntary blush crept across her cheeks as the memories flooded back. The faint soreness between her thighs pulsed with every heartbeat, a constant, delicious reminder of how thoroughly she had been claimed. She shook her head slightly, trying to dispel the haze of desire that still clung to her thoughts. Reaching over to the bedside table, she grabbed her phone and unlocked the screen. Her eyes widened slightly at the flood of notifications that greeted her. A ton of missed calls and several unread messages.Most of the missed calls were from Morgan. Anny scrolled through the list, counting five separate attempts from her best friend. There was also one missed call fr

36. The Writing on the Coffin

"We all are going to the grave. That's my mother's body and I'm not going to sit here while the two of you handle this without me." The words had barely left Anny's lips when the response came. "NO." Michele's voice was firm, brooking no argument. "Right, you are not coming," Adriano affirmed, his voice equally strict and determined. His arms crossed over his broad chest. "I am coming along," she said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Darling, it's terrible enough that you even had to see such an image on your phone. I am not letting you go see it in person. I won't allow it," Adriano said, his voice softening by a frac

37. Playing Detective

When Anny woke up, it was with a pounding headache that throbbed behind her temples like a second heartbeat. The pain was completely understandable after everything that had happened yesterday. The weight of it all pressed down on her chest the moment she opened her eyes. The police had come eventually, summoned to the plains after she and the brothers had discovered the desecration. They had taken photographs, asked questions, made notes in their little pads with expressions that shifted between professional detachment and poorly concealed horror. But Michele and Adriano were relying far more on their private investigations than on any official police inquiry. They didn't trust law enforcement to handle this with the speed and discretion the situation demanded and honestly, Anny wasn't sure she trusted them either.

38. A Show for Both Daddies

Anny walked into the dining room quietly. She was already in her night dress, a delicate peach-colored slip that fell lightly to her mid-thigh, the thin fabric whispering against her skin with every step. Her dark hair was let down, cascading in soft waves down her back. Adriano and Michele were already seated. She hadn't seen them all day. By the time she had emerged from her room that morning, they had already gone out, no doubt consumed by the investigation, trying to solve the horror that had unfolded at Rosie's grave. The weight of their absence had hung over the mansion like a shroud and now, seeing them both at the table, something in her chest loosened just a fraction. She sat down quietly at her usual position at the head of the table. "Hi," Anny said, a small

39. On Her Knees Where She Belongs

Anny was still trembling in the throes of her orgasm when Adriano reached her. His large hand immediately cupped her soaked panties and before she could process what was happening, he had torn the fabric apart with one brutal yank. A small gasp escaped her lips as the cool air hit her dripping pussy. But the gasp quickly dissolved into a desperate moan as Adriano pushed a thick finger deep inside her without warning. "Daddy!" she cried out. Her moans were immediately muffled by his lips crashing onto hers. Adriano kissed her like he wanted to consume her, own every part of her being. His tongue swept into her mouth with possessive hunger, claiming her thoroughly. Anny kissed him back with equal ferocity, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer.

40. The Sharing Agreement

"It feels so good," Anny sobbed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks. Then Adriano's hands were on her. He lifted her from the floor with effortless strength and placed her gently onto the dining table. His hand found her jaw, tilting her face upward and then his lips were on hers. The kiss was slow, soft, achingly tender. When he finally broke away, Michele was there, his mouth capturing hers with equal gentleness, his lips moving against hers in a delicate, worshipping caress. Their kisses awakened her desire all over again, stoking the embers of her spent passion back into a roaring flame. She moaned softly as Michele's lips left hers and traveled to her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive column of her throat. A

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