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Rocco laughed, gripping her hips. “Dare passed, slut.”
And then his lips crashed to hers, while Alice’s hands clutched his hair as if she wouldn’t let go.
“Dare bonus,” Rick gasped as Alice pulled away from Rocco’s kiss, a thread of saliva still connecting her lips. “Alice, kneel in front of me and repeat what you just said to Rocco… but look at Luca.”
The air in the room thickened like lead. Alice trembled slightly, but she had already slipped from Rocco’s legs with that fluid, snakelike motion that made her irresistible. Her knees hit the floor in front of Rick with a dull thud, her breasts swaying with every labored breath.
“Luca…” she whispered, staring at me with those icy wet eyes that seemed to challenge and beg at the same time. “I want Rick to fuck me until I can’t walk… and I want you to watch him cum inside me.”
Joe made a guttural noise, pouring whiskey straight down his throat. “Holy shit,” Marco muttered, rubbing his erection through his jeans.
Rick grabbed her hair, yanking her head back with a force that made her moan. “That’s not enough, bitch. Tell Luca what you did in the club bathroom that time.”
Alice closed her eyes, her breath coming out in gasps. “I had some random guy lick my pussy while… while I was thinking about you four.” Her voice broke on the last word, but it was too late to feign shame.
“And then?” Joe pressed, his fingers squeezing her hips as Alice writhed slightly on the floor, her knees already red from the friction. “What else did you do, slut? We want all the details.”
Alice laughed nervously, a strangled sound escaping her throat as Rick pulled her hair back, exposing her sweaty neck. “Afterwards… I got slammed against the wall,” she whispered, her eyes staring at me with a challenge that made my blood boil. “He lifted my skirt and—”
“And you let him,” Marco finished with a smirk, stroking her back with a hand that was too low. “Because you’re a dirty slut who only gets turned on by the risk of getting caught.”
She nodded, her lips trembling not from shame but from the excitement that made her voice vibrate. “Yes. And while I was doing it… I thought about Rocco watching me.” The confession made her shiver, and Rocco, still sitting on the couch with his legs spread, wiped a hand over his mouth to stifle a curse.
“And Luca?” Rick asked suddenly, his voice hoarse as he pinned her wrists behind her back. “You had to imagine him fucking someone else, huh?”
Alice closed her eyes, her nostrils flaring with labored breathing. “Luca… he was behind me,” she whispered, her voice breaking into a moan when Joe pinched her nipple. “He held me down while the other one took me. And I… God, I was begging for more.”
A chorus of curses filled the room. Marco dug his fingers between her thighs, making her jump. “Heavy obligation, then. Alice, tell us the last time you cheated on Luca. Every. Single. Detail.”
She looked at me, for the first time with a glimmer of real hesitation, but when Rick bit her ear, that flash vanished. “Yesterday,” she gasped. “In the elevator of your building, Marco. I texted you while Luca was in the bathroom.”
Silence. Then Marco burst into obscene laughter. “That time you said you came to get a book? Christ, bitch, you almost gave me a heart attack when you started unzipping my jeans.”
Alice nodded, her cheeks burning but her gaze unwavering. “And you fucked me against the wall while Luca called my name from the other side of the door.”
The bottle in my hand crashed to the floor. Alice didn’t even turn around, too busy staring at me with those eyes I knew all too well by now: full of desire, of defiance, and of the certainty that I wouldn’t take a step to stop them.
“Final dare,” Rocco growled, standing up with an erection distorting his jeans. “Alice, get down on your knees and repeat exactly what you told Marco while Luca was looking for you.”
Alice bit her lip, her knees sinking into the carpet as the four boys surrounded her like hungry wolves. “So?” Rocco growled, grabbing her chin forcefully. “Start from the beginning, bitch. We want to know every dirty detail.”
She closed her eyes, her breath coming out in gasps. “The first time… was after I’d been dating Luca for a month,” she whispered, her fingers twitching in her lap. “A guy from the gym followed me into the girls’ locker room. I let him lift my top and lick my tits while I thought about how pissed Luca would be if he knew.” Her voice was shaking, but the blush rising from her neck wasn’t shame.
Joe whistled, stroking her thigh with too much familiarity. “And then? You’re not going to tell me you stopped there, bitch.”
Alice burst into a nervous laugh, her lips moist as she spoke. “He reached into my leggings… and I whispered to him to squeeze harder because I knew it would leave me all scarred.” Her story was interrupted when Rick suddenly sank his fingers into her hair, tilting her head back in a brutal gesture.
“True dare,” Rick growled, twisting one nipple between his fingers as Alice moaned against his shoulder. “How many pictures of your tits have you sent to someone without Luca knowing?”
Alice closed her eyes, breathing heavily. “I can’t count anymore,” she whispered, her voice trailing off into a gasp as Joe pinched her other nipple. “The first… was to Marco after a party. I was drunk and wanted to drive him crazy.” The memory made her cheeks flush, but the way she clung to Rick’s arms betrayed the excitement still lingering within her.
“The second was to Rocco,” she continued, biting her lip as her eyes searched mine with a challenge that made my fists clench. “A video of me touching myself in the shower. I did it on purpose during one of our fights.” The confession burned in her throat, but the trembling of her legs wasn’t shame.
Joe grazed her ear with his teeth. “And Rick? You’re not going to tell me poor Rick got kicked out of your little slutty harem.”
Alice laughed, a strangled, wet sound. “To Rick… I sent him a picture of Luca on top of me. Only I cut Luca out of the frame.” Her eyes glinted mischievously as Rick dug his hand between her thighs, making her squirm.
“And to me,” Marco interrupted with a smirk as he poured himself another drink, “you sent me that video of you pretending to sleep while touching yourself. Remember? The night Luca was out of town.”
She nodded, her lips forming a perfect “o” when Rocco squeezed her breast too tightly. “I had… ah!… recorded three takes before I settled on the right one.” The admission made her shiver, but the smile that lit up her face was pure defiance aimed at me, Luca, while the boys laughed like packs of hyenas.
The vibrating phone in my jeans pocket pulled me out of that hellish circle. I pulled it out with an unsteady hand—my mother, three missed calls. “I have to go,” I muttered, my voice cracking as Alice let out a strangled moan as Joe dug his fingers between her thighs. “Problem at home.”
“Come on, Luca, stay!” Marco chanted, already stoned, as he poured liquor directly onto Alice’s sweaty cleavage and leaned over to lick it off. She laughed, that drunken slut sound I knew all too well by now, and folded her legs around Marco’s waist like a spider wrapping its prey.
“Go ahead, darling,” Alice whispered to me in a spoiled little girl’s voice, her fingers tangling in Rocco’s hair as he bit her neck. “Just in case… ah!… we’ll finish this game and then I’ll come home.” The promise rang as hollow as her virginal blush from two hours earlier.
She slammed the door behind me so hard the windows rattled. Out on the street, the frigid January air couldn’t put out the fire burning in my veins. I strode across the parking lot, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. The roar of my car’s engine momentarily drowned out the laughter still ringing in my ears.
I’d gone less than a mile when my phone vibrated again. Alice’s message lit up the darkened screen: a blurry photo showing only one hand—not hers—spreading her thighs on Rocco’s couch. The text underneath simply read, “Truth or dare? ?.”
The car skidded as I floored the accelerator, my heart pounding in unison with the overrevving engine. In the rearview mirror, the last thing I saw was the dim light of Rocco’s living room, where, even without me, the game was evidently continuing. And Alice, my Alice, would only return home when her “friends” decided to call it a night.
My phone was still vibrating in the passenger seat as I swerved sharply toward home. The screen flashed: this time it was a video lasting a few seconds. Alice, her legs spread across Joe’s lap, while Rick put two fingers in her mouth, laughing. The attached message: “Do you miss me already? ?”
A truck honked as I skidded, my vision blurred by a red haze. I parked in front of my building with a screech of tires, but instead of getting in, I lit a cigarette with hands that shook more than the still-hot engine. The smoke burned my lungs, but the pain was nothing compared to the pang that shot through my chest every time the phone vibrated.
I was about to turn it off when the last message arrived: an audio. I pressed play with an automatic gesture, and Alice’s hoarse voice filled the cabin, interrupted by labored breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Luca… ah! Luca, do you hear what they’re doing to me?” A long, theatrical moan, followed by Marco’s laughter. “You should see him, darling… Rocco is so much bigger than you—”
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