Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by tak...
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Yulia froze mid-step, her breath catching in her throat as the sight before her slowly registered. Alessandro had Leonardo pinned against the countertop, his strong hands gripping Leonardo's hips tightly as their bodies moved together. Leonardo's chest was pressed to the cool surface, his face turned away, but the deep groans and moans that filled the air were unmistakable.
Her throat went dry, heart pounding in her chest as she stood, unable to look away. She felt her knees go weak, a tingling sensation spreading through her body. This was intimate, raw, and overwhelming. She wasn't supposed to see this. Yet, she was rooted to the spot, her body betraying her as her mind raced to make sense of the scene.
Alessandro's focus was completely on Leonardo, the intensity in his movements captivating and hypnotic. The rhythmic sounds of skin meeting skin, combined with Leonardo's muffled gasps, filled the kitchen, making the air feel thick with tension and desire.
Yulia wanted to look away, to back out silently and pretend she hadn't witnessed this, but she couldn't. The heat building inside her was undeniable, her body reacting in ways she hadn't anticipated. The idea of turning and leaving didn't even occur to her anymore. Instead, she found herself frozen in a strange mixture of arousal and shock.
She swallowed hard, her gaze flicking between the two men. The way Alessandro controlled the situation, the way Leonardo seemed to give in completely—it stirred something deep within her. There was no shame in their movements, only a natural intensity, a display of passion that felt private and yet unavoidably alluring.
Yulia's fingers trembled as she clutched the edge of the doorway, her body betraying the turmoil inside her. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her body responding to what she was seeing, even as her mind screamed that she shouldn't be watching.
The quiet crack of Alessandro's voice broke the spell. "Leonardo... così perfetto..." His voice was a rough whisper, filled with desire.
Yulia's pulse quickened even more, and she could feel her skin growing hotter. She had never seen anything like this—had never imagined she'd be in a situation where she'd witness something so carnal, so intimate between the men.
In that moment, she realized how deeply they were connected, how much more there was between them than she had first thought. And now she had seen it firsthand—felt the heat of their desire seep into her own bones.
She needed to leave before they noticed her. She had to turn away, force herself to forget the way her body responded to the scene unfolding in front of her. But even as her mind urged her to walk away, her feet refused to move, her breath catching in her throat once again as Alessandro's gaze shifted slightly.
He hadn't seen her yet, but he was close. If she didn't move now, they would both know she had been watching. And then what? Would they stop? Would they even care?
Her heart raced faster at the thought, and for the briefest moment, she wondered if they would invite her in.
Yulia's breath hitched as she felt Matteo's warm breath tickle the sensitive skin of her neck. "Naughty Princess" He whispered, the sensation sent waves of heat cascading through her, mingling with the intoxicating tension of what was happening in front of her. Alessandro and Leonardo were lost in their own world, still unaware of the two standing behind them, the moans and soft gasps filling the air like a seductive melody.
