The voices echoed closer, muffled by the falling snow but unmistakable... Jake's laugh, boisterous and carefree, mixed with what sounded like his buddy from the lodge, the one who'd joined them for drinks earlier. My body went rigid, impaled on Giovanni's c**k, every nerve screaming for release while terror clawed at my gut.
His hand stayed clamped over my mouth, fingers digging into my cheeks just enough to remind me who was in control. Inside me, he throbbed, hot and insistent, but he didn't move. Neither did I. The jets kept churning, a relentless roar that might... just might, cover us if we stayed still.
'f**k,' I thought, panic spiking as Jake's voice cut through.
'Max? You out here? Thought I saw your stuff by the tub.' Footsteps crunched on the wooden deck, heavy boots sheddin
