Jenny
His words hit me like a slap.
“This time, I’m f*****g you, Jenny.”
Tara flinched beneath me, her body still slick with sweat and c*m, her breath ragged. My own heart was thudding hard, not from fear—but fury.
I stood slowly, naked and shaking, but I met Ethan’s eyes with steel in mine.
“You must be crazy! You think you can just—what? Demand it now? After everything?” I snapped.
He leaned back in the chair like he owned the place, the f*****g blinking red light still taunting us from the phone on the table.
“I’m not demanding,” he said smoothly. “I’m cashing in. You knew it would come to this.”
Tara sat up slowly, covering herself with the corner of the blanket, her voice hoarse. “Ethan… don’t.”
He looked at her, and for the first time, there was something colder than lust in
