The house was sealed tight. No deliveries. No visitors. Phones on silent except for the brothers’ burners. Guards rotated outside the fence every four hours. Inside, it was just us. The air smelled like s*x and sweat and the faint metallic tang of c*m that never quite left the sheets.
I woke up already wet. Matteo’s c**k was inside me slow, lazy thrusts from behind while I was still half-asleep. My back pressed to his chest, one of his arms hooked under my knee, holding me open. Luca slept on his stomach beside us, face buried in the pillow. Nico sat at the foot of the bed watching, stroking himself slowly, eyes dark.
“Morning, baby,” Matteo whispered against my ear. “Peak day. You feel it?”
I nodded, moaning soft. My body did feel different. Hotter. Needier. Every nerve ending tuned to
