I stepped into the bathroom, the scorching water pounding against my skin as I stood under the shower. It washed away the sweat, the cum, and the lingering scent of Emily—her tight asshole clenching around me just moments before.
The heat burned away every trace of her: the desperate moans, the way she squirted, how her pussy had milked my cock before I took her ass.
My mind had already moved on. Victor was dealt with, Emily was discarded, and now, my focus sharpened on Natalya. I dried off and sank onto the sofa to the left of the bed, already plotting my next move.
I stepped out, water dripping from my body, and tossed a towel around my waist before sinking onto the sofa beside the bed. The leather creaked under my weight, the room still heavy with the musky scent of sex and domination.
"SERA," I ordered, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Pull up everything on Natalya. Everything."
