He kicked the bedroom door open like it owed him something.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t bother with the light.
The room stayed dark, lit only by the sick gold hue of the streetlamp outside, shadows flickering across the floor, stretching over the bed like hands already waiting to pin her down.
He walked in.
Slow.
Predator silent.
And dropped her onto the mattress like she was nothing but prey.
Her body bounced once. Hair fanned across the pillows. Legs open. p***y bare. Thighs still shining from his c*m.
Her shirt clung to her ribs, damp with sweat, n*****s rock hard beneath the fabric. Her lips were parted, breath trembling.
He stood at the edge of the bed.
Watching her.
Unbuttoning his shirt.
One.
Fucking.
Button.
At a time.
Her throat moved when she swallowed.
