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Still staring at him, she swallowed the nerves in her throat, saying, “I still shouldn’t have done it. I … you didn’t invite me to do that.”

Right?

She didn’t think so.

It didn’t matter she liked it, or they left their door open like they had a silent understanding between the three of them that she only now realized … that was them, and their private moment together.

“I didn’t feel like an intruder, but I still think I intruded.”

Alessio shook his head. “Not at all, sweetheart. That’s one thing you couldn’t do with us, but especially not when we’re fucking. Do you hear me?”

God.

That heat climbed in her cheeks again, and shot right down to her pussy, too. It was easier to admire the grain in the wood floor than his handsome face, so she did that. His words shouldn’t have sounded as sinful and inviting as they did, and somehow … he still pulled it off.

“You know,” she said, her nervous energy falling out in fast words, “before you two, I used to say I was open about sex, and what people liked, or … all of that. Someone else’s bedroom was theirs, and it’s fine.”

“And now?”

“I still think that, I just didn’t consider it would be my bedroom someday, either.”

Alessio chuckled. “Ginevra, look at me.”

When she didn’t do what he wanted right away, his left hand shot up to catch her under the jaw. A simple tilt of his hand, and she was staring into his eyes again, frozen in place by the intensity she found there.

“It’s okay to be overwhelmed and confused,” he said, shrugging one bare shoulder, “but never hide when you want it, too. That’s the only way you can find out if what you want is worth it.”

“Oh, that I don’t doubt.”

He raised a brow. “Hmm?”

“That this will be worth it.”

It was the aftermath that made her wonder, but even then, she would brave it for them. She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out what life would be like after these men had come into hers to change it irrevocably.

“Did you see me go in last night?” he asked.

Ginevra shook her head. “I woke up during …”

The memory flashed in her mind, thick and heady. Part of it hadn’t seemed real, and yet, every inch of her body knew it was vivid and true.

Corrado had put Alessio on his knees, a hand tangled into his hair, and the other wrapped around his chest to keep the man suspended higher off the bed as he fucked him from behind. Their voices, their sounds, all came out husky. And even as it seemed like one had more control than the other, she found power in Alessio, too. In the way his body moved, how his hands tugging and grabbed to Corrado, seeking what he wanted.

She’d blinked, stunned at what she was seeing, and after they had rolled over, Alessio’s back against the headboard, and Corrado was above him. They stayed close, movements frantic, and beauty covering every action between them.

And their fucking?

She found it familiar. Or rather, she recognized it was familiar to them. So rough, and vicious, yet she found affection in between, too. Maybe that was what had drawn her in the most …

“There’s always affection,” Alessio said.

Ginevra flew from her thoughts in a bang, her stare still locked on Alessio’s, although she had been seeing him differently just moments ago inside her mind. Now, she found something hotter staring back at her, not that the night before, she would have thought anything would be more wickedly tempting than seeing those two men fuck.

Now, she’d say it was the way Alessio was looking at her. A lot similar to the way Corrado did when he had her pinned under him, making her beg and scream in all the best fucking ways.

“Intense, and beautiful,” she said, her voice a breath, “that’s what it was.”

Alessio’s gaze blazed with lust. “Was it?”