ISABELLA

Later, I will ask myself what the fuck I was thinking. I know I always do. I will ask myself why I let Alexander spread my legs in front of his father. I will ask myself why I said those words that made me look like I was desperate for Leonardo’s touch. And later, I will ask myself if I was really desperate for his touch.

But for now… for now, it's a middle finger to Leonardo and all those thoughts. Now, I wanted to feel nothing but pleasure, and that’s what I was feeling as Alexander forced four fingers into me and my walls stretched wide to accommodate...