The Obsidian Vault had gone completely silent.
Hundreds of masked eyes watched from the shadows as I lay on the c*m-soaked platform, my body glistening with sweat and the seed of countless men. My chest heaved. My p***y and ass throbbed with a deep, aching fullness. c*m leaked steadily from every hole, pooling beneath me.
And yet, I felt more alive than ever.
Elias held my left hand. Damien held my right.
Two men who had destroyed my life in different ways now stood before me, both demanding ownership of what remained of my soul.
Elias’s grip was possessive, almost desperate. His eyes burned with the same dark obsession that had started this entire nightmare.
Damien’s touch was colder, and more commanding like the typical ruthless CEO who had turned me into his personal corporate w**
