Mia’s phone kept vibrating in her hand like a live wire. Adrian’s name flashed insistently on the screen while Lucas stood inches away, still smirking with satisfaction, his c*m slowly leaking down the inside of her thighs beneath her hastily rearranged skirt.
She felt filthy. Used. Broken in a way that made her stomach churn even as her body still hummed from the unwanted orgasms he had forced from her in the middle of the café.
Lucas leaned in one last time, brushing his lips against her ear. “Round two tomorrow, slut. Don’t make me wait. And remember — I’ve got more where that photo came from.” He squeezed her ass possessively, then turned and strolled out of the café like nothing had happened.
Mia’s legs nearly gave out. She steadied herself against the wall, heart hammering so hard
