Scarlett lay sprawled on the couch, her body slick with sweat and c*m, chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through her core. Damian's weight lifted off her, his massive d**k slipping free with a wet pop, leaving her p***y gaping and leaking their mixed loads onto the leather. She met his eyes, that dark charm pulling her in deeper, making her crave his control even as exhaustion tugged at her limbs. Vincent's words hung in the air—round two—and her pulse quickened, a mix of fear and thrill twisting in her gut. The office felt charged, the scent of s*x thick, her submission to these older men, especially Damian, fueling the forbidden heat.
Damian stood, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her petite frame. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her up roughly. 'Not done yet, red. Time to rea
