This game. I was losing.My days usually started with brutal training. Matteo wasn't going easy on me— not that I expected him to. His strikes were always fast, powerful and relentless, designed to bruise skin and break bones.I took it all.I had to.But what I didn’t expect was the way he pushed boundaries. Teasing touch on my exposed body, brushing his hand against my member, sliding his knee between my legs and brushing his lips against my skin while Luca watches from the sidelines with a drink in hand, always.He was always watching.For what? I didn't know.And I didn’t know if I was passing.***After training one day, I was shoved into a shower but not alone.Matteo, who was drenched in sweat, stepped in after me like he owned the place.No. Like he owned me.Peeling his shirt off his body and looking amused by my reaction.“What are you doing here?"You’re stiff," he said, ignoring my question, his eyes flicking over my body.No shit."There's a lot of tension in his muscles,
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