Chapter 2
I open the bathroom, My breath still comes in shallow gasps, my body still humming from the way Dame f****d me raw against the bed, his c**k buried so deep I could still feel the ghost of him inside me.
But the moment my eyes flick toward the doorway, something in my chest tightens….not fear, not yet, but the prickling awareness that the man stepping back into the room isn’t the same one who left it.
Dame stands there, motionless, his broad frame blocking the dim hallway light. The towel he’d wrapped around his waist is gone.
His c**k hangs heavy between his thighs, already half-hard again, the thick veins along the shaft pulsing like he’s been thinking about this the whole time he was washing Carl’s scent off me.
His skin gleams faintly, still damp from the shower, but i
