THIRD PERSON POV
Lorenzo pushed in with one slow, deliberate thrust.
She gasped at the stretch, the sudden fullness. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in again, deeper, harder, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked the bed frame against the concrete floor. His hands gripped her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her, claiming every inch Dimitri had touched and going further.
Each thrust felt like possession, like punishment, like proof that she’s going nowhere.
Adrienne’s nails dug into his shoulders—whether to pull him closer or push him away, she no longer knew. Pleasure coiled tight again despite everything, shame and heat twisting together until she couldn’t tell them apart. Her eyes fluttered open and locked with Dimitri’s once more.
He was breat
