Emily's heart was beating faster than it ever had. She felt so close to her goal, yet it was too far.
Rika was finally close to being in her bed (even if she had to share it with Damian); this time, it was voluntary.
Of course, Emily was going to handle this situation delicately. She wanted Rika to look back at her time with Emily with fondness and yearning for it more.
And then Damian had to go and get Rika's pheromone drunk which would make her lose her mind and not be able to think about anything else but fucking.
'This man does not have a single romantic bone in his body. I should have known letting him take the lead was not a good idea.
Emily wanted to scold Damian, but it was already too late. He was too far gone to listen to her.
"She looks like this, just like moulding clay in my arms. Look, she's all wet and messy down here."
Damian pulled Rika's legs open, but Rika did not put up any resistance.
