Hadassa stood outside Victor’s apartment door the next evening, heart racing but not from nerves. From pure want. She had on a long black coat that reached her knees, and nothing else underneath. No bra, no panties, just her bare skin and a pair of red heels that made her ass look even rounder. The cool night air brushed between her thighs as she waited, already feeling herself get wet.
She knocked twice. The door opened almost immediately. Victor filled the frame, wearing only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest was bare, muscles tight, and that dangerous smile was back. His eyes dropped straight to the coat, like he already knew what was under it.
“Get in,” he said, voice low and rough.
The second the door clicked shut behind her, he was on her. No hello. No small tal
