Morning creeps in, lazy and golden.
The mansion is still—except for the distant humming of the air conditioner, the soft clatter of an empty toy hitting the floor downstairs… and Janelle's sleepy groan as Mirabel pulls her closer.
Their naked bodies are tangled under silk sheets.
Sticky. Sore. Warm.
Janelle's eyes flutter open.
Mirabel's arm is thrown across her waist like a possessive chain.
"Don't move," she whispers, still half-asleep.
"Wasn't planning to," Janelle murmurs, smiling against her shoulder.
Then
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Soft knock.
Too careful.
Mirabel's eyes narrow.
She sits up, letting the sheet slide off her chest. "Who the fuck is that?"
The door opens just a little.
It's Naya.
Wearing nothing but one of Mirabel's oversized shirts that barely covers anything.
Her lips are swollen. Her thighs are shiny. Her eyes wild and needy.
"I… I didn't mean to interrupt," she whispers.
Mirabel raises a brow. "You did."
Naya bites her lip, then whispers, "Aster said you moaned louder than her last night. I wanted to hear it myself."
Janelle laughs into the pillow.
But Mirabel…
Mirabel just shifts the sheet down further and crooks a finger.
"Close the door then, pet."
Naya's breath hitches.
She steps in.
By the time Aster and Kade wake up and drag themselves upstairs out of curiosity or jealousy, the bedroom door is unlocked and the moans from inside are straight from hell.
Naya's being used like a pillow.
Mirabel's tongue is in places too unholy to describe.
Janelle's moaning into Naya's neck while fingering her from behind hard and cruel.
"Fuck… this house is insane," Kade whispers, wide-eyed.
Aster smirks. "Want in?"
Kade shrugs.
"Only if they beg."
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To be continued