Secret Infatuation
Alex fucking her, me inside him.
All three of us moved in rhythm, a perfect, sinful machine.
When I neared the edge, I growled into Alex’s neck, biting hard enough to mark him again and watching Olivia come undone beneath him.
After, I pulled out, breath ragged, and Alex collapsed onto the couch with her still in his arms, both of them slick with sweat and satisfaction.
No one spoke.
Not yet.
The room smelled like sex, power, and control—and the unspoken promise that this was only the beginning.