Satan was still inside her when the chamber door slammed open.
“ARE YOU—f*****g—KIDDING—ME?” Scindra’s voice cracked across the sanctum like an acid-dripped whip.
Havana didn’t move at first. She was too far gone.
Boneless, trembling, her head resting against Satan’s chest, thighs still spread open where he held her, still twitching from the last wave of pleasure.
Her hair clung to her sweat-drenched face.
She was glowing. Literally.
Satan didn’t stop thrusting.
“Do you mind?” he said lazily over his shoulder.
“Oh no, not at all,” Scindra drawled, voice pitch-black with sarcasm. “You two just go right ahead and defile the f**k out of the hell’s most prized possession. I love walking down the corridor talking to myself for ten full minutes before realizing that your moans had rep
