I glanced at the clock on the wall, at 2:17 a.m. Luca still wasn’t home.I could have told myself the usual lie: He’s the Verri heir, Sofia. He’s out doing dirty work. But I know better now.Ever since I’d overheard the rumors about his little playground, the one he built himself. He went there to fuck different pussies, different mouths, different asses, while I lay here alone, throbbing and wet and useless.I tore the silk robe off my shoulders and let it fall on the floor. Just the tiny black thong remained, already soaked through. My ovulation was making me insane, my nerves screaming for hard, warm cock and not the pathetic tease from my fingers.I dropped onto the couch with my legs spread wide, I shoved two fingers inside myself. My pussy clenched greedily, but it wasn’t enough. It wanted to be stretched, filled, used. If it had a voice it would have screamed at me.I yanked my hand away in frustration, glaring into the dark. Luca had thrown out all my toys weeks ago.“You
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