All Chapters of Yours, Please #1: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Anny was sore. Her pussy ached from being freshly fucked, the delicious, deep throb a constant reminder of how thoroughly Adriano had already claimed her. But she knew this wasn't over yet. If anything, it was far from over. Adriano had demanded two rounds, his eyes burning with the promise of more and she was quite certain that Michele would also want to fuck her again after his brother had his second turn. The anticipation alone made her shiver. Adriano's hands closed around her waist, his grip firm and commanding as he pulled her into position. With barely any strength left in her trembling limbs, Anny obeyed the silent directive, getting onto her hands and knees atop the rumpled sheets, her body displayed for both brothers like an offering. Michele positioned himself in

"Can you stop, please? Can you stop making me worried all the time?" Morgan's voice crackled through the phone speaker, laced with equal parts frustration and relief. "I'm sorry," Anny mumbled, tucking her knees up beneath her chin on the edge of her bed. "After what happened with your mother's grave, do you have any idea how worried I've been? And then throughout the entire day, you didn't pick up my calls once. Not once, Anny! Do you know how terrified I was? I thought something had happened to you. I thought that bastard had..." Morgan's voice cracked and she didn't finish the sentence. Anny's chest tightened with guilt. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to ignore your calls. I was just..." "What were you doing?"

Dinner had passed in a heavy, contemplative silence. The clink of silverware against porcelain had been the only accompaniment to the unspoken thoughts swirling through the dining room. None of them had said much since the afternoon, since Anny had revealed the truth about how Charlie had actually treated her mother. The revelation had settled over both brothers like a shroud, their perception of a man they had once called a friend now fractured beyond repair. Now, the three of them walked through the dimly lit corridor toward Anny's bedroom, their footsteps muffled by the plush runner carpet. Still, not a single word passed between them. The silence was thick, charged with something that had nothing to do with the revelations of the afternoon and everything to do with the tension that had been building between them since the moment they left the dining table. 

Last night was insane. Absolutely, utterly, devastatingly insane. It was a wonder that Anny had not passed out before it all came to an end. Her body still hummed with the ghost of Adriano's touch, every muscle aching pleasantly, every inch of her skin still tingling with the memory of his possession. Now, she sat in the garden beneath the shade of the elegant pavilion, a tall glass of chilled orange juice sweating condensation onto the wrought iron table beside her. A book on business management lay open in her lap, its pages filled with concepts and strategies she was determined to master. She was averagely knowledgeable about business. Her mother had taught her the fundamentals over the years, casual lessons imparted over dinner conversations and weekend phone calls. But she would need far more than average knowledge to run Rosie'

Anny rose from the dresser, her bare feet padding softly against the floor as she crossed the room. When she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat. Adriano and Michele stood side by side in the doorway, their broad shoulders filling the frame.  The sight of them together, their expressions dark with intent, their eyes burning with that familiar hunger, sent a shiver cascading down her spine. She knew immediately what was coming her way, what that look in their eyes promised and she didn't mind at all. If anything, her heart leaped with a surge of joy and curiosity, wondering what delights the night had in store for her. "We have something to tell you, babygirl," Michele said, his eyes tracing the curves of her face. Anny stepped aside, allowing them inside. T