Elena didn’t tell the others about the heat pooling between her legs the second that phone call ended. She didn’t have to. Matteo’s thumb was still pressed against the leather at her throat like he could feel her pulse racing through it. He didn’t say another word about the threat. Just steered her back upstairs by the collar, gentle but firm, like leading a horse that might bolt.
Luca and Nico were already in the bedroom when they got there. Luca had stripped down to nothing, c**k half-hard against his thigh, arms crossed while he watched the doorway. Nico sat on the edge of the bed rolling a joint with slow, practiced fingers. The air smelled faintly of weed and the sharp tang of their earlier mess still drying on the sheets.
Matteo didn’t bother closing
the door all the way. “They kn
