Dominic stepped into the hallway like a storm in human form. His body was a temple of violence..blood dripping from his fingers, smearing the doorknob as it swung open behind him.
The crimson of it painted the grooves of his knuckles, trickling down his forearm, darkening the tattoos that wrapped around muscle and bone like chains forged in war.
His chest rose and fell slow. Too slow.
And his c**k?
Still hard.
Still soaked.
Still glistening with her slick, his c*m, and the interrupted glory of a f**k that should’ve ended in her crying his name as she drowned in orgasm.
Instead, it throbbed between his thighs, angry and veined, swinging heavy with every step as he walked barefoot through the blood-soaked marble like a king carved from vengeance.
Behind him, the door creaked open.
