The rest of the evening with Damien had been pure torture. Every lingering look, every knowing smirk from him made Lila’s thighs clench around the constant reminder of Victor’s c*m still inside her. By the time Damien finally left for one of the guest rooms, she was aching again, desperate and dripping.
Victor didn’t say a word. He simply grabbed her hand and pulled her upstairs to his master suite at the far end of the wing — the one with the massive bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark lake, and a locked door that finally gave them some illusion of privacy.
The second the door clicked shut, he was on her.
“Get on the bed,” he growled, already unbuttoning his shirt. “Naked. Now.”
Lila stripped fast, heart hammering. Victor opened the top drawer of his nightstand and pull
