My Sister Stole My Husband, Now Two Alpha Wants Me
Killian’s voice growled through the shadow, deep, rough, and completely unbothered by the woman writhing beneath him.
I opened my eyes, glaring at him.
Killian was leaning back against the leather executive chair, his abdominal muscles flexing tightly with every harsh, rhythmic roll of his hips. The woman was completely lost in the friction, her nails digging deep red furrows into his shoulders, her hips slamming down against his with desperate, wet slaps that filled the quiet office. She was panting heavily, her moans turning into sharp, breathless squeals every time his thick hands tightened around her waist to pull her deeper onto him.