Seraphina woke sore, sticky, and smiling.
Cum had dried in streaks across her t**s and throat; her p***y felt swollen and used, the lips still tender from Marcus’s thick c**k. She rolled onto her stomach, cheek against the pillow that smelled of him, and slid a lazy hand between her thighs. One touch and she hissed. Perfectly ruined.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Unknown number. One line.
Garage. Now. Bring nothing.
She was there in twelve minutes, barefoot in an oversized coat, nothing underneath but goosebumps and last night’s marks.
Marcus was waiting inside the bay, door half-down, fluorescent lights flickering. He didn’t speak. He simply grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked the coat off her shoulders, and let it drop to the oily concrete. Naked, shivering, already wet.
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