Ren's fingers sank deeper into the plush curve of Nina's ass, kneading the firm muscle like he was testing ripe fruit. Theroom's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, but all he could hear was the soft hitch in her breathing and the wet sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.
"No fucking way," he muttered under his breath, giving another slow, deliberate squeeze. "The great Nina Raj. Guild leader of Kyouka that she adores so much. The woman every hunter in the city calls an ice-cold bitch… reduced to this."
Nina's face was already ruined, cheeks flushed crimson, golden eyes glassy, lips parted like she couldn't remember how to close them. Tears clung to her lashes, but they weren't from pain. They were from the overwhelming, humiliating heat pooling between her thighs.
Ren's grin widened, sharp and predatory. "Jackpot."
"So great guild leader Nina Raj is a fucking...submissive bitch," Ren muttered to himself with a grin knowing this was indeed the best way this could happen.
