Dominic stared down at her, his c**k still glistening from the mess they made, a cruel, lazy smirk carving his face.
He reached down, grabbing her by the hair again, yanking her upright with no care for her sobbing, broken body.
“You have exactly one minute, Principessa,” he said, voice rough, thick with satisfaction.
“One minute to lie there and think about how f*****g filthy you are.”
Isadora whimpered, the sound small, pathetic, leaking from between her c*m-smeared lips.
Dominic tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“And then,” he continued, the words slow and sharp like knives, “the maids will come in again”
He let her go with a shove that made her fall back onto the bed, sprawled on the soaked sheets, her thighs sticky, her p***y still leaking c*m i
