Lorelei’s POV
The address came through moments later.
A luxury penthouse in the most exclusive part of the city. Of course. Nothing less would do for a man like Alec Sinclair.
I stood in front of my mirror for a long time, staring at my reflection. The cream-colored dress looked innocent enough on the surface, but I knew better. My heavy breasts moved freely beneath the thin fabric, n*****s already tightening into hard peaks. As he requested, I made sure I wore no bra and no panties. Just smooth skin, garter lines from last night’s shoot still faintly visible on my thighs, and the deep, constant ache between my legs.
Every step I took as I gathered my things reminded me of what I had become. My body was sore, my skin still marked by his touch, and every ache whispered the same truth: I
