Someone like Jace fucking Monroe, who was currently in the next room, probably still inside Aurora, doing things that made her scream loud enough to violate every noise complaint policy this hotel pretended to enforce.
Addison's hand drifted back between her legs.
She didn't decide to do it. Her fingers just moved, finding her clit like they had a mind of their own. This was pathetic. She was so fucking pathetic. But her brain was already replaying every detail she'd just witnessed through that cracked door, and her body didn't give a shit about her dignity.
The way Jace's hand wrapped around Aurora's throat. Not rough, but firm, like he owned her. The milk dripping from Aurora's breasts, white trails down her skin. The absolute confidence in his voice when he told Aurora to come for him. Not asked. Told.
