Sunlight sliced through the blackout curtains in thin, cruel strips, painting Elena’s bare skin in gold and shadow. She stirred on the massive bed, limbs heavy, thighs sticky with last night’s evidence. Her body ached in the best way—bruised hips, swollen lips between her legs, the faint throb of too many orgasms. Matteo’s arm was slung possessively across her waist, Luca sprawled at her feet like a guard dog, Nico curled against her back, breath soft on her neck.
She felt... whole. For the first time since the bedroom window shattered weeks ago.
Matteo’s eyes opened first. Dark, unreadable, but the corner of his mouth twitched when he saw her watching him.
“Morning, princess.” His voice was gravel, still thick from sleep and s*x. He shifted, hand sliding down to cup her mound, fingers
