I couldn’t believe what I’d seen; my brain refused to accept that he was really doing that.
But it was him, no denying it. It was Quanah there in the hallway, with one woman kneeling, sucking his c**k, while he grabbed another, kissing her neck.
It hadn’t even been two hours since he’d pinned me against that same wall and made me come, moaning his name.
And now he was practically f*****g two women in the same spot.
I entered the room and went straight to the bathroom. I didn’t want Peta to see me like this—honestly, I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.
It was pathetic enough that I’d let myself get carried away by desire a second time.
Now, being visibly affected by him was the end of my dignity—if I even had any left.
I turned on the faucet, filled my hands with water, and spl
