The bedroom smelled thick with s*x — sweat, c*m, and the sharp scent of Nova’s endless squirt still soaking the sheets. She lay limp in the middle of the massive four-poster bed, wrists still faintly marked from the ropes, body covered in red handprints and dried c*m. Her p***y and ass throbbed with that deep, used ache, but the hunger inside her refused to fade.
The three guards gave her no rest.
Kane climbed onto the bed first and pulled her on top of him. He slid his thick c**k into her swollen p***y slow and deep, letting her feel every inch. Nova moaned softly, hips rocking in lazy circles as she rode him.
Rafe moved in behind her, slick with lube and her own mess, and pushed into her ass inch by inch until both c***s filled her completely. Drake knelt beside them, feeding his long
