STEVE POV
I heard the sound of the door click closed from the bathroom as Freya left the room. I stood there, frozen, just listening to her footsteps fade down the hallway. Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Ouhhhh,” I let out a long, jagged moan, holding my c**k with a tight grip.
I was standing under the shower, the water dripping over my face and chest, but it wasn't doing a damn thing to cool me down. My c**k was so hard it was actually painful, pulsing and aching until my head started to spin. I was a complete mess. Even after what I just did to her—the way I made her submit—it wasn't enough.
The urge to run out there naked, grab her by the waist, and drag her back into this room was eating me alive. I wanted to lock that door and never let her see the sun again.
“Ooh... no.”
I closed my eyes and
