Chapter 50
The next three days blurred into a rhythm of locked doors, rotating patrols, and endless s*x.
They kept me in the bedroom most of the time naked, collared, plugged when they weren’t inside me. Every few hours one or all of them would come in, spread me open, fill me again, whisper promises against my stomach. Matteo tracked every creampie in the app like it was sacred data. Luca liked to f**k me in front of the full length mirror so I could watch my own face twist while he pumped another load deep. Nico was quieter slow, deliberate strokes while he held eye contact, making me say out loud that the baby was theirs, that I was theirs, that Kane could burn.
I believed it. Mostly.
The fear had dulled to a low hum under my skin. Kane’s photo was ash. His voice through the speaker
