The buyer finished the way Elias told him to. On her stomach, not in her. The hired girl laughed, breathless, and took the robe. Willa had not come. She had stood against the wall with her hands flat and her dress ruined to the knee, every order landing in a cunt he still had not touched. When the door shut, the room smelled like s*x that was not hers.
Elias killed the light over the bed. He left the one on her.
"Turn."
She turned. He looked at the wet hem, the shake in her thighs, the print of his hand still faint on the skin the dress did not cover.
"You came in my shower. You leaked through a cast I told you not to finish. Payment isn't the car. You already lost that. Payment is you don't get to pretend this is still curiosity." He nodded at the bed. "Dress off. On your back. Hands
