The Triple Don't: Daniels' Debt
Later, I found Nickie sitting in my old, cramped servant’s quarters, looking at the tiny cot.
"I'm so sorry we let you live like this," he whispered.
I sat on his lap, the cot groaning under our weight. He kissed me with a desperate urgency, his tongue dancing with mine until I was straddling him, feeling his hardness against my core.
On Christmas morning, I woke up pinned between them.
"Merry Christmas, Baby," Matteo murmured, nipping my lower lip.
"Merry Christmas, Daniels," Luca added, tugging at my ear.
"Merry Christmas, Luna," Nickie whispered, lifting my silk top to plant hot kisses on my skin.
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