Chapter 14: The Message That Burns (Elena's POV)
I stare at the phone screen until the words blur. Daddy's message sits there like a knife in my chest. The photo of me on my knees Matteo deep in my mouth c*m shining on my face. My own eyes in the picture look wild happy lost. I remember that moment. I remember begging for it. Now seeing it again makes my stomach twist and my thighs squeeze together at the same time.
Matteo takes the phone from my hand gentle sets it face down on the nightstand. He pulls me close wraps both arms around me. His skin warm solid. I bury my face in his neck breathe him in smoke cologne sweat. It calms me a little.
Luca sits up rubs his eyes looks serious for once. "He wouldn't really send it would he?"
Matteo exhales slow. "He might. Men cornered do stupid
