Sky turned around, slow, like a bomb about to go off. Gloria was still on the floor, her hair a mess, thighs glistening with her own damn orgasm, trying to catch her breath like she’d just run a marathon, but the second she saw Sky’s face?
The air shifted.
Sky took one step forward.
Then another.
Her voice came out low and deadly, like a fuse hissing before the blast.
“What the f**k was that, Gloria?”
Gloria blinked, still breathless, but the brat in her didn’t back down. She pushed herself up to her knees, then stood, t**s out, chin high, shameless as ever.
“What!”
Still naked. Still damp. Still smelling like Robert’s c*m and cheap betrayal, standing in the middle of Sky’s bedroom like she owned the place.
She tilted her head.
Lifted her chin.
And with the nastiest, most smug t
