Sara
“Tom… please, no more,” Sara whispered hoarsely from the chair, her voice barely holding together after everything she had been forced to witness that night.
Just then, her phone began to ring sharply from the pocket of her jeans.
The insistent sound cut through the heavy, s*x-filled air like an unwelcome intruder, the vibration buzzing against her thigh. Sara’s heart leaped with a sudden flicker of desperate hope.
Maybe it was Kingsley checking on her after she had left so abruptly earlier.
Maybe it was Mariah, worried about the fire in the yard. Or perhaps it was the hospital with news about her mother.
For one fragile second, she dared to believe someone might pull her out of this nightmare.
Tom froze mid-thrust, still buried deep inside Emily’s tight heat, and turned his
