Lily.
'A friend. He's been watching. Wants a taste.' His words played in my mind over and over as I lay on the bed, alone.
Then as if on cue, the door creaked open. Adrian stepped in. Behind him stood a man I didn’t recognize - tall with dark hair and a sharp jawline. He wore a black suit and his gaze locked onto me like a hunter sizing up prey.
“This is Marcus,” Adrian said, shutting the door. “Say hello.”
“Hello,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus smirked, stepping closer. “She’s shy. I like that.”
“She won’t be for long,” Adrian replied, his tone curt. “Lily, drop the sheets.”
My hands shook, but I obeyed, letting the fabric fall. Cool air hit my bare skin, my n*****s hardening under their stares. Marcus’s eyes darkened, roaming over me.
“Stand,” Adrian ordered.
