Todos los capítulos de I let Twelve Men Have My Married Pussy : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Rosella's POV.The door swung open fully, and the silhouette stepped into the light. My heart, which had been hammering like a trapped bird, stuttered and then steadied as recognition hit me. It wasn’t Leo. Thank God. It was Damien, our head of security.He stood there in his crisp black uniform, the fabric stretched across his broad shoulders and muscular chest. His eyes widened as they landed on me—completely naked, still holding Adrian’s hand, my skin flushed and my nipples tight from the cool air and lingering arousal. Damien’s gaze dropped slowly, taking in every inch of my exposed body before snapping back up to my face. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away.“Ma’am,” he said, his voice low and rough, professional but edged with something darker. “Boss called to tell me I should inform you he isn’t coming tonight. Some big deal ran late. He said not to wait up.”Relief crashed over me so hard my knees nearly buckled. Leo was gone for the night, and here I was, already nake

Rosella's POV.Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, casting a deceptive calm over everything. I lay beside Leo, my body still humming from the chaos of the night before, every muscle deliciously sore in ways he could never imagine. He stirred first, his arm draping across my waist as he pulled me closer. For a moment, it felt almost normal—his warm chocolate skin against mine, the familiar scent of his cologne. But nothing was normal. My pussy still throbbed faintly from being stretched by two thick cocks at once, and the faint ache in my thighs reminded me of how wildly I had ridden Damien and Adrian in this very bed.Leo kissed my shoulder, his hand sliding up to cup my breast through the silk nightie. “You feel incredible this morning,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep. I smiled, turning to kiss him back, but my mind was elsewhere—replaying the way the obscene stretch of both men filling me together. Leo’s touch felt… pleasant. Safe

Rosella's POV.The silver cufflink gleamed innocently in Leo’s fingers, but to me it felt like a live grenade. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stood frozen in the living room, forcing my face into a mask of mild curiosity while every nerve screamed. Damien’s cufflink. The one that must have fallen during that frantic escape the night before. Leo turned it over slowly, his expression calm, almost thoughtful, as if he were examining a minor puzzle rather than a crack in the foundation of our life.“Looks like Damien left this behind,” he said quietly, his voice carrying that steady, affectionate tone I knew so well. “Must have come off upstairs or something.”I swallowed hard, stepping closer and plucking it from his hand with what I hoped was casual grace. Our fingers brushed, and I felt the warmth of his skin—the same skin that had pressed against mine in the shower after I’d been filled by two other men. “Yeah, he did,” I replied smoothly. “He came upstairs yesterday to talk

Rosella's POV.Morning light pierced through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom like a silent judge. I woke slowly, my body still humming from restless dreams filled with forbidden touches and unfamiliar hands. My phone lay on the nightstand like a coiled snake. I reached for it before I could stop myself, heart pounding as Rafael’s messages from the night before filled the screen once again. *You are such a hottie.* *Goodnight, Rosella.* I reread them slowly, savoring every word, my thighs pressing together beneath the silk sheets as fresh heat bloomed between my legs. *What kind of woman am I becoming? Leo is right there beside me, breathing peacefully, completely unaware that his own cousin has already started hunting me.* The guilt should have crushed me. Instead, it sharpened the thrill, making my married pussy ache with wicked need. I deleted the messages one by one, watching them vanish, but the excitement they ignited refused to fade. It burned unde

Rosella's POV The voice cut through the dark hallway like a cold knife sliding between my shoulder blades."Rosella."I froze, the soles of my bare feet glued to the hardwood floor. I turned slowly, forcing every muscle in my face to relax, desperately trying to project a calm I didn't feel while pure panic exploded inside my chest like fireworks.My thin silk nightie offered no protection against the chill of the drafty corridor, or against Leo's steady, unblinking gaze. It felt suddenly, terrifyingly revealing.He stood there in the shadows, a towering silhouette blending into the darkness of the estate, yet completely commanding it. He was tall, composed, and watching me with a quiet intensity that made my stomach violently drop.He did not look angry. He didn't look like a husband who had just caught his wife wandering the halls in the dead of night.He looked observant.Those calm, analytical eyes studied me as if he were a grandmaster evaluating a chessboard, already putting to