The mansion was silent except for the distant lap of lake water against the private dock. Lila tossed and turned in her king-sized bed, the silk sheets twisted around her bare thighs. It was well past midnight, and sleep was impossible. Every filthy word Victor had growled earlier replayed in her mind on a loop—his rough grip on her jaw, the massive bulge of his c**k pressing against her, the way he’d teased her soaked panties without giving her what she craved.
Her hand slipped between her legs for the third time that night, fingers circling her swollen c**t through the thin lace of her panties. She was drenched, aching, but it wasn’t enough. Not after feeling *him*. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, imagining his thick fingers replacing hers, his gravelly voice calling her a desperate l
