Goddess boil her.
From one of the archways to Saeris’s left came the slap of flesh on flesh.
A woman was bent over a padded bench, wrists strapped down, a gag cutting off her screams. Her back bowed under every savage thrust of the man f*****g her, his fist knotted in her hair, yanking her head back while his other hand forced her hips to meet his. Between her spread thighs, another figure crouched, masked, licking and sucking like he was starving.
Saeris’s mouth went dry, her pulse hammering.
She only noticed she’d frozen when Samkiel glanced back, one brow raised. “Too much for you already?”
Like hell she’d give him the satisfaction of an answer.
They hadn’t entered through the front—no, it had been the derelict stairwell tuck
