Chapter 83. Finally, Truly Free!

Ava

I waited until her moans matched the ones on screen, until her hips were grinding helplessly against her own fingers, until her eyes were glassy and her face was flushed with shame and need.

Then I opened the door.

She startled, yanked her hand free like she’d been burned, legs snapping shut. But the drug was riding her hard, she was trembling, lips parted, pupils blown.

I shut the door behind me, soft click, and leaned back against it.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I said, voice velvet and venom. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

She tried to speak, something angry, something pleading, but all that came out was a broken whimper.

I walked forward slowly, let the robe fall open with every step until it slid off my shoulders completely and pooled on the floor. Naked. Calm. In control.

I stopped in front of her, reached down, and took her wrist still wet from her own arousal and brought her fingers to my lips. I licke