DREW I didn’t answer him. There was nothing safe to say. Claire’s fingers worked the knots free with a speed that said she’d practiced this in her head a dozen times already. The rope dropped to the floor. Selene’s wrists were marked, pink and slightly raw. She didn’t rub them. She just stayed on her knees, breathing hard, eyes locked on Victor like he was the only solid thing left in the room. Victor’s gaze flicked to the couch. “On her back. Legs open.” Claire and I moved together. We lifted Selene, turned her, laid her down on the wide leather cushions. Her thighs fell apart without being asked. She was still soaked, still twitching from the orgasm I’d just forced out of her. The smell of her filled the space between us. Victor stayed standing. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, folded it once, and set it over the arm of the chair like this was any other evening. Then he loosened his tie and sat down, legs spread, watching. “Claire first,” he said. “Use your mouth. I want to
Última actualización : 2026-08-16 Leer más