The penthouse smelled of s*x and expensive cologne as always. Kai’s hands gripped Elara’s hips like he owned every inch of her—which, in his mind, he did. The fresh ink on her left breast—his name in elegant black script—still stung a little when sweat rolled over it, but he didn’t care. He kissed the tattoo hard, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, then sucked on it while he drove his c**k into her p***y.
“Mine,” he growled against her flesh. “f*****g look at it. My name right where it belongs.”
Elara’s fingers clutched the sheets. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out. The pleasure was there, sharp and unwanted, tangled with the ache between her legs and the deeper bruise in her chest. He had filmed this too. Again. The red light on his phone blinked at the edge of the bed whil
