My knees were already weak, my throat raw from moaning, but Alex wasn’t done. Not even close.
“On your hands and knees,” he growled, shoving me forward until my palms hit the bed. My arms trembled, sweat dripping down them, but the command in his voice made me obey instantly. My ass was in the air, exposed, still aching from how badly they had both used me all night.
Behind me, I felt Alex’s hand smack hard against my cheek, the sting making me cry out. “You’re mine now,” he snarled. “You’ve been f****d, marked, ruined—and you’re still begging for more.”
“I’m not—” I tried to protest, but my voice broke when his fingers pushed between my legs, sliding through the mess dripping out of me. My body betrayed me, shuddering as another wave of heat rolled through.
“She’s soaked again,” Alex
