Evelyn’s legs were still shaking as Kai Lennox carried her across the green room like she weighed nothing. The backstage area was dimly lit, the distant roar of the departing crowd a low hum through the walls. Her red ass stung with every step he took, a constant reminder of the spanking he’d just given her against the wall. His c*m was still leaking down her inner thighs, warm and sticky, marking her as thoroughly claimed.
Kai kicked open a side door that led to his private dressing room—more luxurious than the green room, with a large black leather couch, a mirrored vanity, and a king-sized daybed in the corner for “recovery.” He set her down on the edge of the couch, towering over her in nothing but his undone leather pants.
“Strip,” he ordered, voice still rough from singing and f***
