All Chapters of Filthy Desire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Everyone was already downstairs packing the last bags when Zoey stepped into the shower.She should have been hurrying. Instead her hand slid between her legs, fingers circling her clit while two others pushed inside. She bit her lip hard to stay quiet, chasing the edge she had been denied for days. The water ran over her shoulders as she worked herself closer—A sharp knock rattled the bathroom door.“Zoey. We’re leaving in ten. Move your ass.”Marcus’s voice. Flat. Annoyed. The same tone he always used with her.She froze, heart racing, then shut the water off with a frustrated huff. There was no time. She dried off roughly, skipped the bra and panties completely, and pulled a short black dress over her still-damp body. The fabric clung to her heavy breasts and barely covered the tops of her thighs. Before she left the bathroom she reached for the small bullet vibrator on the counter, turned it on low, and pushed it deep inside herself. The soft buzz settled against her walls as she

They finally pulled up to the farmhouse just as the sun was starting to drop.Marcus’s grandmother was already on the porch, smiling wide as she came down the steps to hug everyone. Zoey managed a shaky smile and a polite greeting. Marcus stayed quiet, jaw tight. The two of them had barely managed to look presentable—her dress smoothed down, his shorts adjusted, the worst of the evidence wiped away—but every step still reminded Zoey how thoroughly he had used her for the last several hours.Grandma showed them the rooms. Their parents were placed on one side of the hallway. Marcus and Zoey were given the two rooms directly opposite each other. After short showers and a change of clothes, everyone came downstairs for the dinner Grandma had prepared.The meal was warm and filling. Conversation floated around the table—questions about the drive, plans for the week, old family stories. Marcus and Zoey barely spoke. Every time their eyes met across the table the air between them tightened.

The four-wheeler bounced over the dirt path until the strawberry fields finally came into view—long neat rows stretching under the afternoon sun. Marcus parked near the edge and shut the engine off. For a moment neither of them moved.Zoey climbed down first, still feeling the dull ache between her legs from the garage. Marcus followed, grabbing two empty baskets from the back. They worked in silence at first, moving down the rows, plucking ripe berries and dropping them into the baskets. The air was warm. The only sounds were the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds.It didn’t stay innocent for long.Every time Zoey bent over to reach a lower plant, her short dress rode up just enough to flash the bare curve of her ass. Marcus’s eyes kept drifting. When she straightened and caught him looking, she didn’t bother pretending she hadn’t noticed. She held his gaze as she slowly brought a strawberry to her mouth, bit into it, and licked the juice from her thumb with delibera

Lisa woke up slowly, the first thing she registered being the heavy, warm bodies surrounding her on every side.Four distinct scents wrapped around her like a living blanket. Strong arms were locked across her waist, a solid chest pressed against her back, another against her front, and a large hand rested possessively on her bare thigh. Every part of her felt claimed. The deep, pleasant ache between her legs reminded her exactly how thoroughly the DeSantis brothers had taken her the night before.She shifted slightly and immediately four pairs of eyes opened.Luciano’s grey gaze met hers first, already sharp and awake. Federico’s hand on her waist tightened. Santiago’s lips brushed the back of her shoulder. Lorenzo propped himself up on one elbow, watching her carefully.“Morning, little mate,” Luciano said, voice still rough with sleep.Lisa’s cheeks flushed. She tried to sit up, but Federico pulled her back down against his chest with an easy strength that made her stomach flip.“Y

The heat hit Lisa without warning.One moment she was half-asleep between Luciano and Federico, the next a low, insistent ache bloomed deep in her core and spread outward like fire. Her skin felt too tight. Her nipples hardened against the sheets. Wetness gathered between her thighs so quickly it startled her. She shifted restlessly, a soft whimper escaping before she could stop it.Four pairs of golden eyes opened at once.“She’s in heat,” Luciano said, voice already rough with restraint.The scent of her arousal thickened in the air. The brothers moved with lethal focus. Hands stripped the sheets away. Mouths found her breasts, her neck, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Lisa arched as Federico’s tongue dragged through her soaked folds, licking up every drop while Santiago and Lorenzo sucked hard on her nipples. Luciano claimed her mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, swallowing her desperate sounds.They didn’t give her time to think.Luciano rolled onto his back and pulled her on t