The silence stretched.

I stayed on my knees, heart slamming against my ribs, Dante’s cock still resting against my tongue. In the glass I watched Luca take one slow step closer, then stop. His expression was unreadable—dark eyes moving from my bare thighs to the place where Dante’s hand rested in my hair.

Dante finally withdrew from my mouth. He tucked himself away with unhurried calm, then reached down and helped me to my feet. The dress fell back into place, but the air still felt cold against my wet skin. His cum continued to trickle down my inner thigh. I kept my eyes lowered, face burning.

“Luca,” Dante said....