Chapter 3
The moment Dame stepped back, his c**k still glistening with my c*m and his, I sagged against the wall as my legs trebled.
My p***y ached, my ass burned, and my wrists stung where his fingers had dug in, but worse than any of that was the hollow space in my head where Carl’s voice used to be. I tried to summon it, just to hear it one last time, but all I got was static, like tuning a radio between stations and finding nothing but white noise.
Dame watched me with those dark, unreadable eyes, his lips curled in something that wasn’t quite a smile. It was the look of a man who’d just won a game and was already bored with the prize.
He reached down, tucked himself back into his slacks with slow, deliberate movements, then zipped up. The sound of the teeth locking together made
