Chapter 45
The house felt locked down after Marco. Windows covered with heavy curtains. Extra cameras blinking red in every corner. Guards doubled at the gate—men I didn’t know by name but trusted because the brothers did. No more texts came. No photos. No videos. Just silence. The kind of silence that made my skin crawl and my p***y throb at the same time.
I woke up the next morning feeling strange. My breasts ached when I rolled over. Heavy. Tender. Like someone had squeezed them all night. When I brushed my n*****s with my fingers they stung and sent a sharp jolt straight to my c**t. I hissed and cupped them gently. They felt fuller. Hotter.
Nausea hit me in the bathroom. Sudden and mean. I leaned over the sink, breathing slow, waiting for it to pass. It did—mostly—but my stomach sta
