“Shut your mouth,” Alexander growled, his voice shaking with rage.
“Why?” Leonardo asked, taking his time to insert his fingers in me, and I didn't want to, but I couldn't hold back my moan. A muscle under Alexander’s eyes ticked. ”Don’t want her to know your little secret?”
“What secret?” I managed to ask even as my body shook with pleasure. Alexander fixed that look on me, but it wasn’t as harsh as the one he fixed on his father. He stared at me for a while before he looked back at his father.
“We brought her here for a reason,” he said, his voice now steady. He pointed to us, to Leonardo’s fingers in my v****a. “This. Isn’t. It. How is she going to conceive with your hand in her cunt? It’s meant to be your d**k, not your f*****g fingers. Have you forgotten what’s at stake here? What
