"Comingggggggg!" Ayla's world shattered as she finally gave in, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she reached her peak.
Her body convulsed around him, gripping him tightly as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
And yet, even as the pleasure consumed her, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered of the betrayal she couldn't take back.
But in this moment, as Ross continued to claim her without mercy, there was no room for regret—only the all-encompassing heat of his possession.
"Hahhhhh…"
"Hahhhh…"
"Hahhhhh…"
Ayla caught her breath, her body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. It had been the best one yet.
She slumped in Kevin's chair, but her reprieve was short-lived.
Ross scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her bridal style, and laid her gently onto the bed.
