Ariella stood outside his door with her hand still raised after the soft knock. Her heart slammed against her ribs. For several long seconds there was only silence. She was about to knock again when his voice came through the wood, calm and flat.
“Come in.”
She opened the door and stepped inside. Azriel sat on the edge of his bed, fully dressed, legs spread, watching her the way a man watches something he already owns. The door clicked shut behind her. She stayed near it, hands twisting in front of her skirt, thighs still faintly sore from how hard she had been f****d earlier.
“I cleaned up,” she said quickly, voice shaking. “I showered until the water ran cold. I scrubbed his c*m out of my p***y. There’s nothing left. No one else is coming here. Please just tell me you’re not going to
