Sophia’s heart slammed against her ribs so hard she thought she might pass out. The thick dildo was still clutched in her trembling hand, slick with her creamy juices. Her legs were spread wide, p***y exposed and glistening, the wet spot beneath her ass cooling on the silk sheets. Victor Black stood in the doorway like he owned every inch of the room — which, technically, he did.
He stepped inside without a word, closing the heavy door behind him with a soft click. The lock turned. The sound was deafening in the sudden silence.
“Mr. Black— I— I didn’t— please, I—” Her voice cracked. She tried to close her legs, to grab the sheet, anything.
“Don’t.” The single word froze her in place. His deep, commanding voice filled the room, calm but laced with dark steel. “You will not cover yourself
