Chapter 59. You're Fucking Ruined

The car slows to a stop at the front gates. Lights flood the driveway. Two guards step forward, then quickly retreat when they see me step out first, adjusting my suit jacket.

Rae follows behind, wobbling a little on her heels.

I don’t offer my hand.

Because I know she won’t take it.

Not when her thighs are still trembling from the second orgasm I dragged out of her.

Not when her lips are swollen from holding in every moan.

She fixes her dress. Fails. I can see the lace of her panties peeking as she walks. And I wonder if she knows how ruined she looks.

How thoroughly marked.

Her lipstick’s faded.

Her neck’s red.

She’s glowing.

And every inch of her looks like mine.

Inside the villa, warm lights greet us. A quiet hum of security chatter fills the hall. The guards nod and vanish as we pass. No one dares look at her. Not directly. Not when I’m this close.

We climb the stairs.

Her hand