Love that she is broken too

Priscilla’s POV

Some hours later, I was already dressed, fixing my black top while Damon laid on the bed, lazily jerking himself off. Again.

“Babe,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut for a second, “you sure you gotta go now? I’m still so hard.”

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my footwear. “You’re always hard, Damon.”

“And you’re the only one that can keep up,” he smirked, pumping himself slow like he was putting on a show. “You’re built different.”

I tossed my hair over my shoulder, already halfway to the door. “I won’t be long,” I said sweetly, blowing him a kiss. “Try not to come without me.”

“Not making any promises,” he called after me as I shut the door.

I practically skipped down the hall, high on sex, and the anticipation of what I was about to do. I was glowing.

Selena. The untouchable bitch with a sex doll molded after Kaid’s dick.

I got to her door and found it slightly open. Hmm. Suspicious.

Interesting.

I knocked once. Then pushed it open. Empty.

I frowned and stepped