Luna's POV
"Jon, Piero, Alberto, and… Michael," she said, her voice smooth and enticing. The men gathered before her stood like loyal soldiers. "Come with me. The rest of you, stay ready. I might need you soon."
Luna turned, the silky robe slipping from her shoulders as she walked back toward the bedroom, revealing her in a black lace lingerie set that perfectly displayed her curvy body.
She paused by the doorway, glancing back with a mischievous smile, watching their eyes follow her.
"Che inizi la festa!" She declared and walked into the room, followed by the four shirtless, chiseled men.
Moments later, her screams of pleasure filled the air. This was something the De Carlo family and staff had already gotten used to.
They knew Luna well—the eldest De Carlo daughter and someone who thrived on control, indulgence, and a bit of chaos. She was single and absolutely loving it.
