The car ride home felt endless even though it was only twenty minutes. I sat in the back between Luca and Nico with my legs still spread, fingers lazily circling my c**t through the sticky mess they left inside me. The photo on my phone kept lighting up every time I unlocked it. Me in the booth. Legs wide. c*m shining on my thighs. Face twisted in pleasure. And that single line underneath: Kane is watching. He likes what he sees.
Every time I looked at it my p***y clenched. I should have been scared. Part of me was. But the bigger part—the part that had been trained and ruined and loved every second of it—only got wetter.
Matteo drove faster than he needed to. His knuckles were white on the wheel. When we pulled into the driveway he killed the engine and turned around to look at me.
“In
