Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]
As he climaxed inside her, spilling his seed, she whispered under her breath, "Not yours anymore."
He collapsed beside her, satisfied, while Elena lay awake, plotting her next move with Victor.
The following day, Elena arranged another meeting, this time at a discreet boutique hotel on the outskirts of the city.
She arrived first, checking into the suite with a king-sized bed overlooking a private garden.
She prepared meticulously: candles flickering, soft jazz playing, and her body adorned in a red corset that cinched her waist and pushed her breasts up invitingly, paired with thigh-high stockings and garters. No panties— she wanted instant access.