It was a suffocating, ringing silence that seemed to vibrate in the small room.
I lay there, my legs still draped over Lucas’s hips, my chest heaving, the sticky warmth of his release still pulsing inside me. I looked at Silas. He looked like he had been struck by lightning. His face was a mask of absolute devastation, his eyes wide and brimming with a mixture of horror and betrayal.
Lucas didn't move. He didn't even bother to pull out of me. He stayed rooted in my flesh, his smirk widening as he watched Silas crumble. He was savoring it. He wasn't just taking my body; he was taking Silas's dignity in real-time.
"How could you?" Silas’s voice was a broken whisper, barely audible. "Amaya... how could you do this?"
He just stared at us, his gaze shifting from Lucas’s smug face to my wid
