DIRTY ANGELS
She was sobbing even as her body still hummed with unwanted arousal, her lips swollen from sucking a stranger’s cock in front of cameras.
The man who wasn’t Chad just smiled, tucking himself away slowly, like he had all the time in the world.
“Smile for the pictures, Isla,” he said gently. “You’re making headlines.”
Isla didn’t think.
Her hand came up fast, cracking across his face with a sharp, echoing snap that seemed to freeze the air for half a second before everything exploded into noise again. He barely flinched, but she didn’t stop there, because something inside her had finally torn loose, and there was no pulling it back now.