Valco, whose lust-filled eyes were fixed on Emilia, was nowhere near distracted by the new women entering the room. He saw the subtle movement, Davide leading Emilia away, and a primal rage surged through him.
He hissed when a girl approached him, trying to engage him in conversation, and he brutally shoved her away, his singular focus on the retreating figure of Emilia. He followed Davide, his steps quick and determined, fueled by a crude, unbridled desire.
He waited, a predator in the shadows, until he heard the soft click of the suite door and knew Davide had left. Then, with a predatory glint in his eyes, he entered.
The soft sound of a shower running confirmed his suspicions, and his gaze immediately fell upon the discarded maid's uniform on the floor.
Valco moaned, a low, guttu
