Chapter 43
The next morning felt different. Heavy. Like the air knew something bad was coming.
I woke up alone in the big bed. The sheets were cold where the brothers usually pressed against me. My body ached in all the familiar places—ass stretched from the beads and plug, p***y still tender and leaking the last loads from last night. The collar sat snug around my throat, a constant reminder. I stretched and felt the plug shift inside me. A small moan slipped out before I could stop it.
Then I heard it. Voices. Low. Angry. Coming from downstairs.
I slipped out of bed naked, bare feet on the cool floor. The plug made every step feel dirty and good at the same time. I padded down the stairs quietly, staying close to the wall.
In the kitchen, Matteo stood with his back to me, arms cross
