Victor's POV
I mixed some strong black coffee for myself, then walked over to the dining table. I preferred making it without adding any Sugar because it tasted richer somehow.
I raised the cup to my lips and paused.
I looked down a the table. This was the exact table where I had f****d Arielle. I could still see her perfect t**s bouncing as I f****d her. The way her p***y responded. All wet and stretchy, taking every inch of me. The sounds she made. I could still hear her voice begging me for more and the way her nails dragged down my back without her even realising she was doing it.
I set the coffee down and rubbed my chin.
I had pretended since she left that I hadn't thought about her. But that was all a lie. I thought about her all the time. In the mornings when the apartment was
