Chapter 40
Liora’s POV
Trisha was perched on my desk, her body angled into a man standing between her knees. His back was to me, his head buried in the curve of her neck, his lips moving hungrily against her skin, while his hand rested possessively on her thigh, inching higher beneath her already disheveled skirt.
Her eyes were closed, her expression lost in pleasure.
A surge of fury shot through me.
“What the hell is going on here?” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut through steel.
Aurora flinched against my chest at the sudden outburst.
Trisha’s eyes flew open instantly. She scrambled off the desk, her movements frantic as she tried to compose herself. Her blouse hung open at the top, exposing far more than was appropriate.
The man turned slowly, his face lowering the moment
