Forbidden Affairs
Nora’s body was a trembling mess, used, emptied, filled again.
Roman was the first to stand. He pulled a soft towel from the side table, cleaning her gently, his touch surprisingly tender after such ferocity. Ellis kissed her temple, tracing lazy circles on her thigh.
“You’ll come here every morning,” Roman said, as if it were an official meeting being scheduled. “We’ll make sure you’re emptied properly.”
Ellis grinned. “And filled properly.”
Nora couldn’t speak. She could only nod.
She was theirs now.
Body. Milk. Everything.