Daddy, Please のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 38

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

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

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

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.