*Trigger Warning: This chapter contains graphic content, including explicit s*x and violence, that may be disturbing or triggering for some readers. Please don’t read if you feel it’s too much.*
His c**k was still buried to the hilt in her sloppy cunt. The table under her was soaked. Her juices slicked the wood, smeared across her thighs, and dripped onto the velvet rug below like she’d been split open just to leak for him.
And she had.
Dominic didn’t move. Didn’t thrust. Just kept her impaled on his c**k like a toy he wasn’t finished playing with.
The men were still watching.
Nico palmed his hard-on, biting his lip like he wanted a taste.
Romano couldn’t stop staring at her twitching p***y, wide and raw and stretched around their boss’s c**k like it had been f****d into obedience.
