I woke in a dark room, my eyes were blurry, and my head was pounding like it had been split open. The air was thick, heavy with sweat and something muskier—sex.
My body felt wrong. Aching. Used. Naked.
The first thing I saw was him.
"Victor"
Sitting above me on the bed with his legs spread, naked and hard. His cock thick, long and veined was already leaking at the tip. His eyes locked on mine—dark and wicked.
He was laughing.
I blinked hard. I tried to focus.
"What… what's happening?" My voice came out hoarse. Weak. "I thought you were dead."
He threw his head back and laughed out loud, his voice so cruel and cold.
The sound sent chills down my spine. But heat pooled between my legs instantly.
He was enjoying this.
Enjoying watching me go crazy.
Slowly losing it over him.
Like he wanted to ruin me completely.
