Victor Voss stood at the edge of the platform, tall, commanding, and radiating an aura of absolute control. His presence alone made the air feel heavier.
Elias and Damien both tensed beside me, their hands still possessively on my c*m-covered body. Sarah watched with a knowing, satisfied smile, clearly enjoying the tension.
I lay there, completely exposed and drenched in the seed of countless men, my p***y and ass still twitching and leaking. My mind was foggy with pleasure, but Victor’s arrival cut through the haze like a blade.
He stepped closer, his eyes slowly dragging over my ruined form, from my c*m-painted face, down my marked breasts, to my spread legs and the mess dripping from my holes.
“So this is the famous Lila Bennett,” he said, his voice smooth and deep, carrying throug
