Elena’s pov 

I tried to focus on finishing the dusting, but my mind kept replaying the way his thick cock had looked in his fist, the way he had pressed my dirty panties to his face and groaned about my cunt. 

Fuck, I was soaked. My nipples rubbed painfully against my bra with every breath.

I had barely wiped down the last console table when his voice cut through the quiet from behind me.

“Elena. Back in here. Now.”

My stomach flipped. I turned around slowly, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs. 

Marcus stood in the doorway of the private wing, arms crossed over...