"How dare you humiliate me like this..." The man's voice cracked, vibrating with frantic, breathless fury. "I'll fucking destroy you, you old, pathetic bastard!"
CRACK.
A heavy fist smashed directly into the glass. The sound of the vanity mirror splintering and raining down onto the marble counter exploded through the room like a gunshot. Shards clattered violently into the sinks and skittered across the floor, followed by the man's ragged, hitching gasps and a pained hiss as blood met broken glass.
Inside the cubicle, the world turned to stone.
Neither of them breathed. Neither of them moved so much as a millimeter.
Alex stood completely locked in place behind her, his chest pressed flat against the curve of her back, his rigid length still buried to the absolute hilt inside her.
Beneath him, Naomi was trembling — not with fear, but with a white-hot, suffocating rage.
