“Come here,” he blurted unconsciously, and she narrowed her eyes funnily, her gaze fixed on her body as Rage looked on. He imagined close to twenty scenarios in his head with her immediately.

He wants to rip off the towel, eat, and finger her pussy till daybreak. At the same time, he wants to hear her cry while he fucks her like his thing, and then again, he wants to see her bleed, make her soak and strangle his dick under the red ominous lights, and watch as their reflections stare back at him sinfully.

The scenarios made his head dwindle again, and he had to quickly turn away because...