Chapter 31-Kitchen Disaster
Isabella's POV I woke up slowly, my body heavy and warm under the soft sheets. Morning light streamed through the windows, painting the room in soft gold. For a second, I just lay there, blinking at the ceiling. Was it a dream? The basement, the screams, Massimo’s fingers inside me while Carlos died right in front of us…it felt too wild, too dark to be real. But then I shifted my legs and felt it…the deep, delicious ache between my thighs. My p***y still tingled, sensitive from his rough touches and that sharp slap. No way that was a dream. The man hadn’t even f****d me yet, and I’d passed out from just his fingers like some inexperienced girl. Heat rushed to my face as I sat up. How did I even get back to my room? Did he carry me? The thought made my stomach flutter. I climbed out o
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