Elara
The first day without Damien already felt endless. Two weeks. I kept repeating the words in my head like a punishment. His scent still lingered on the pillows, and my body ached from the way he had f****d me so hard before leaving. My p***y was still a little sore, a sweet reminder of his thick c**k stretching me open.
I had just finished a quick shower when I heard the front door of the penthouse open. My heart jumped. Damien wasn’t supposed to be back yet. I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped into the living room.
It wasn’t Damien.
Kael stood there, smiling like a snake. Two big men I didn’t recognize waited behind him.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped, holding the towel tighter. “Get out before I call security.”
Kael laughed coldly. He walked closer, his eyes mov
