Spicy Hot
She works me without mercy, her knuckles rubbing against my sensitive spot.
— You're so tight, little one. So hot. Are you going to come like this, standing in the entryway, like the little slut you are?
I shake my head but my body says yes. I'm about to explode...
— Enough.
The voice cracks like thunder.
Isadora withdraws her fingers. I stagger. She licks them slowly, savoring.
I look up.
Kael. At the top of a spiral staircase. Perfect black suit. High cheekbones. Square jaw. And those eyes, pale blue almost white. Ice. Death.