My body was still shaking when Zayan hauled me up by the hair. My legs barely held me, but he didn’t care. His eyes burned through the mirror, and the sight of his c*m dripping down my ass made his smirk sharpen.
“Not done,” he muttered, dragging me back into the bedroom.
I collapsed onto the bed, but his hand shoved me flat on my stomach. The sheets clung to my damp skin, my heartbeat hammering as I heard him open the drawer on his nightstand.
The low hum filled the air.
My eyes went wide.
“No—Zayan. . .”
“Yes.” His voice was final. The toy—a sleek, buzzing vibrator pressed against my swollen c**t, and I cried out instantly, my whole body jerking. The overstimulation made my thighs snap shut, but he forced them apart with one knee, his hand locking my wrists above my head.
“You thi
