The couch was warm under me, still damp with sweat and c*m, but Wrath’s voice echoed in my head. ‘Pick yourself up.’
I dragged my body upright, every muscle aching in that lazy, sore way I kind of liked. c*m slid down my thigh as I shuffled toward the stairs, not bothering to grab clothes. What was the point? Wrath had seen every inch of me already, and so had the couch cushions.
Upstairs, the bedroom was dim, but the full-length mirror across from the bed caught me like a flashbulb. I stopped, blinking at the reflection.
Eyes wide, rimmed red from crying. Cheeks streaked with tears. Hair sticking up like I’d just rolled out of hell.
And when I turned, spreading my ass with one hand—f**k. My skin was red, stretched, still slick with Wrath’s c*m.
I swallowed, heat pooling low in my sto
