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I kept the vibrator pressed against her clit, increasing the intensity gradually until she was writhing and begging beneath me, her cries echoing through the room. Her body trembled as another orgasm built, her muscles clenching and releasing in rapid succession.

She reached the peak; I removed the vibrator and replaced it with my fingers, slipping two inside her with ease. The sudden change in sensation made her lift hips to meet my thrusts.

"Come for me again, baby," I whispered, my voice low and commanding as I curled my fingers inside her, pressing against that sweet spot that would send her crashing over the edge one last time.

Tiffany cried out my name as she came undone, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. Her internal muscles clenched around my fingers, the pulsating waves of her release gripping me tightly. I rode out her orgasm with her, my fingers continuing to move until the last tremor had subsided.

I pulled away gently, placing soft kisses on her skin as I withdrew my fingers and removed the nipple clamps. Tiffany whimpered slightly at the sudden release of pressure, and I soothed her discomfort with gentle caresses and hushed whispers.

"Perfect," I whispered, getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom to clean up. I returned with a warm washcloth, which I used to clean her, soothing any residual discomfort gently.

Tiffany lay there, her body limp and her breaths coming in slow, contented sighs. I removed her blindfold, letting her dark brown eyes adjust to the room's dim light. She looked up at me with awe and gratitude, her smile soft and genuine.

"That was...incredible," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "You deserve it," I replied, draping the blanket back over her body and settling beside her.

Tiffany snuggled closer, her head resting on my chest, as we lay there in silence. The only sound was the steady rhythm of our breaths blending together. The firelight danced on the walls, casting a soft glow over the room and adding a cozy warmth to the aftermath of our passionate encounter.

We lay there, basking in the afterglow; I couldn't help but think about the contrast between these moments and the harsh realities of our family's lifestyle. Despite everything Tiffany went through, she amazed me with her fierce resilience.

I tightened my arms around her, vowing silently to protect this precious connection—to do everything in my power to shield her from the darkness that lingered beyond the walls of our secluded haven.

CHAPTER 6

TIFFANY

The first light of dawn filtered through the expansive windows, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. I stretched lazily, my muscles aching most deliciously, a reminder of the night’s passionate escapades. The bed beside me was empty, but the scent of Franco still lingered on the pillows, a heady mix of cologne and something distinctly him.

Sitting up, the sheets pooled around my waist; I admired the serene beauty of the room. The cabin was a masterpiece of rustic elegance, a perfect blend of nature and luxury. The warm hues of the wooden floors and walls created a cozy atmosphere, while the large windows offered a breathtaking view of the snow-covered landscape outside.

As I swung my legs out of bed, my feet sank into the plush rug adorning the floor. I padded over to the window, wrapping my arms around myself as I gazed at the winter wonderland. The snowstorm had subsided, leaving behind a pristine blanket of white that sparkled under the morning sun. The trees stood tall and proud, their branches laden with fresh snow, creating a picturesque scene that was almost too perfect to be real.

A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I exclaimed, looking away from the window.

The door creaked open, and Giovanni peeked his head in, a playful smirk gracing his lips. “Buongiorno, Bella,” he greeted, his voice filled with warmth. “How are you feeling this morning?”

I couldn’t help but smile at his charming demeanor. “Morning, Gio. I feel... amazing, actually,” I admitted, a blush creeping up my cheeks as memories of the night before flooded my mind.

Giovanni stepped into the room, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m glad to hear it. Last night was... intense.” He paused, his gaze softening as he looked at me. “You were incredible, Tiffany.”

His words made my heart flutter, and a warm feeling spread, unrelated to the room’s heat. “Thank you, Gio. It was... an experience I’ll never forget.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled dark hair. “Well, I hope you’re ready for more because the day is just beginning.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, really? What are your plans for today?”

Giovanni’s smirk widened into a full-blown grin. “It’s a surprise. But trust me, you’re going to love it.”

Before I could probe further, he slipped out of the room, leaving me with anticipation and curiosity. I shook my head, a smile playing on my lips as I went to the en-suite bathroom.

The bathroom was a sanctuary of luxury, with sleek marble countertops, a large claw-foot tub, and a spacious shower adorned with multiple jets. I entered the shower, feeling the hot spray cascade over me, cleansing the remnants of the previous night.

As I lathered up, my hands gliding over my skin, I couldn’t help but think about the events that had transpired. Nico, Franco, and Gio had awakened something within me, a desire and a passion I never knew existed. They had pushed my boundaries, challenged me, and, in doing so, had shown me a world of pleasure I never imagined possible.

Apart from the physical intimacy, a deep emotional connection was growing stronger. I felt a deep connection, companionship beyond mere attraction. It was a dangerous game we were playing, but I found myself wanting to explore further

After showering, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and returned to the bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a set of clothes—a cozy sweater, warm leggings, thick socks, and a pair of sturdy boots. A note lay on top, scrawled in Franco’s neat handwriting: “Dress warmly. We have a day full of adventure ahead.”

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