The weekend arrived like a storm cloud on the horizon — heavy, inevitable, and full of dangerous promise. Victor had decided to host a small, intimate gathering at the estate: just a few close business associates, their wives, and of course, Draven and Lila. Freya knew it was going to be hell. Watching Draven play the devoted husband while she carried the memory of his c*m inside her from the night before was going to test every ounce of her control.
She spent the afternoon in her room, trying on dresses and hating all of them. Nothing felt right. Nothing could hide the marks Draven had left on her body — the faint bite on her inner thigh, the fingerprint bruises on her hips. She finally settled on a deep emerald green cocktail dress that hugged her curves and made her full breasts look i
