The door swinging open felt like a gunshot in the small private lounge.
Lila’s blood ran ice-cold even as her p***y continued clenching around Marcus’s thick c**k. Marcus froze mid-thrust, buried balls-deep inside her dripping cunt, his hands still gripping her hips.
“f**k…” Marcus choked out, eyes wide with terror.
Lila’s heart hammered against her ribs. “Rolan—! I… we were just… it’s not…” She tried to straighten up, but Marcus was still inside her, and her legs were shaking too hard from the orgasm she had just had.
Her black cocktail dress was bunched uselessly around her waist, her big t**s completely exposed and heaving, n*****s stiff and red from Marcus’s earlier rough treatment.
Rolan, her strict, commanding stepfather, stood there like a statue, his sharp gray eyes locked
