Gaia pressed her lips shut as the sounds from the bedroom above slithered into her ears. Sweat clung to her forehead. Her bag of stolen jewelry dug into her ribs beneath the bed, but she couldn’t move—could barely breathe.
“Oh... baby. You know how much I love to worship you.”
Alpha Rio’s voice.
Deep. Filthy. Raw.
Gaia stiffened. She would’ve rather heard the growl of a beast than those f*****g words.
Her stomach twisted.
Then—a moan.
High-pitched. Giddy. Eager.
Gaia didn’t need to see the girl. She already knew.
But curiosity, or maybe a deeper, masochistic itch, made her inch forward and peek through the slit in the dust-heavy bed skirt. Her eyes locked onto a pair of panties that hit the floor with a soft thud.
Red lace. Cheap brand.
Gaia’s lips parted in disbelief.
Those we
