Tanya’s lips were split slightly at the corner, the aftermath of his grip still bright red on her throat. Her hair was a mess now, sticking to her cheeks with sweat and mascara.
Her robe had fallen open again, exposing the slope of one breast, the dark curve of her areola just peeking out.
She didn’t fix it. She didn’t flinch. Her voice was raspier now, hoarse from the chokehold, but when she spoke…fuck, she was fire.
“You didn’t want to lose her, huh?” she said slowly, every word dipped in s*x and scorn. “So you picked the next best p***y that looked like hers. Tight little thing. Quiet. Scared. Easy to f**k into obedience. Is that it, Dom?”
Her laugh was filthy. Not amused. Not kind. It was the sound of someone lighting a match just to watch it burn.
“She whimpers when you f**k he
