Mia stood frozen in the hallway, the echo of Sarah’s hurried footsteps still ringing in her ears. Those tears… raw, quiet, the kind that came from someone who knew she was losing something precious.
For the first time, a cold sliver of guilt lodged in her chest. Sarah wasn’t a villain. She was just the girl who loved the man Mia had wanted for years.
But the guilt didn’t last. It melted under the memory of Ethan’s c**k buried deep inside her barely an hour ago, the way he’d growled her name like a prayer and a curse.
Her phone buzzed in her hand. She typed before she could think better of it.
Mia: She looked broken because of us. Does knowing that make you as hard as it makes me wet?
She hit send and slipped upstairs, heart hammering.
In his room, Ethan’s phone lit up on the ni
