He sat on the couch, his thighs spread lazily, a smirk playing on his lips as the three ladies closed in around him. My eyes darted away, but Zane’s voice cut through the room
“Watch,” he commanded, his tone low and dangerous. “Or I send your parents to where Mila is.”
My stomach lurched. What the hell does that mean? My chest tightened, panic clawing at my throat. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t. Reluctantly, I turned my gaze back to the scene unfolding before me.
One of the ladies, her red curls spilling over her shoulders, knelt between his legs. Her fingers worked at the buckle of his belt with practiced ease, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she freed his c**k from his trousers. It sprung out, already hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-c*m. My breath ca
