Chapter 5
The damp cloth drags roughly between my thighs, Stephen’s grip unyielding as he wipes away the mess of c*m and sweat, his knuckles pressing hard enough to bruise.
My breath hitches, not from pain, but from the way his fingers linger, teasing the oversensitive flesh of my p***y before yanking away.
The masked woman, still sprawled beside me, traces a lazy finger over my n****e, her touch possessive, like she’s marking what’s hers.
I whimper, my body betraying me, already aching for more even though I’m wrecked.
Then the door slams open.
The force of it rattles the mirrors, the glass trembling like my own legs. My head snaps toward the sound, but before I can focus, a wall of heat and muscle fills the room.
Men, huge men come inside, their laughter deep, their boots thud
