“Lower.” I flush at the sound of Gio’s voice. “Cheek against the glass, Caterina.”
My palms, my face, I press them down against the cool glass in an attempt to ease my flaming face.
A warm palm slides up the back of my leg. Higher. And the cool air kisses my bare skin as he slowly pushes my dress up, flipping it over my hips.
“Look at you,” he says, his tone full of primal satisfaction. “Stuffed full of me. You look perfect stuffed with my cum,boss.”
I grit my teeth, even as my knees weaken.
Sneaky, sneaky bastard.
From my position, I can only see Gio. My eyes widen as he pushes his chair back. He offers me a smirk. “Only fair to share with the group.”
“Jesus,” I mutter. My heart stops as chairs screech and footsteps move around me. “Form an orderly line.”
Laughter. Low, soft laughter as they gather around me. I crane my head to look.
Gio and Luc are standing there, shamelessly…looking.
I twist, catching Dante’s eye. He pushes the sliding door open with a still-sleeping Alessia in his arms, disappearing inside, and I breathe a sigh of relief as he reappears with the monitor in his hand.
This is definitelynotthe lasting impression I want to leave my daughter with.
Dom strolls past me, settling back into his seat. He meets my look with a smirk. “I’ve had my fun. Thought I’d give you an extra point by watching instead.”
But there’s still someone missing. I turn my head, the glass warm now, and look for Stefan. He hasn’t moved from his chair on my other side, his jaw tight.
“Stefano.” There’s a challenge in Gio’s voice. But there’s an invite, too.
I bite down on my lip as our eyes meet. The uncertainty in his gaze doesn’t help the sudden panic that grips my stomach at the thought that maybe… maybethisisn’t what he wants.
Five of them. Only one of me.
What if I’m not enough?
He reads my expression, and his eyes soften. “Youneedan army, Caterina. Nobody else would be able to keep up.”
Luc’s voice is dry. “I said something very similar, once.”
But Stefan doesn’t look away from me. “Is this… what you want? From me?”
I don’t speak. I only nod, not trusting myself.
His hand brushes against my cheek as he stands, and that clenching in my stomach turns to something deeper as he joins them.
Fingers trace my slit, barely brushing it before a warm towel wipes over me. Dante speaks. “We don’t have a bed big enough for all of us, so we’re going to have to make do.”
“A mistake I intend to rectify as soon as possible,” Luc murmurs. “But in the meantime… how many of us can fuck you before your legs give out, little crow?”
My hands twist, searching for something to hold onto. “I’m pretty sure I can outlast all of you, Morelli.”
A lie. An absolute, bald-faced fuckinglie. It feels as though I’ll combust as soon as they properly touch me.
“Big words. That sounds like a challenge.” Gio. “What do you want if you win?”
I consider it. The fingers push against my entrance, testing, and I press my hips back in silent demand. “I quite like this yacht.”
Luc whistles. “So do I. Challenge accepted.”
