Chapter 38
The crunch of tires on gravel stops everything. My heart slams against my ribs so hard I swear they can all feel it through my skin. Luca’s c**k is still half-hard against my thigh, Nico’s fingers frozen mid-stroke on my c**t, Matteo’s hand locked around my throat like he’s ready to choke the life out of whoever’s coming through that door.
No one knocks.
The front door just opens—slow, deliberate, hinges creaking like they’re announcing bad news.
Footsteps. Heavy. One set. Male.
I don’t move. Don’t cover up. I stay spread on the bed, legs wide, c*m still leaking from my cunt in slow, obscene trails down my ass crack and onto the sheets. The collar feels tighter suddenly, like it’s the only thing keeping my pulse from exploding out of my neck.
A voice I don’t recognize call
