The doorknob turned with agonizing slowness. Elena’s heart slammed against her ribs so violently she was sure Victoria would hear it through the door. She was still straddling Marcus, his thick cock buried deep inside her, their combined release slowly leaking down his shaft and onto her thighs. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air — musk, sweat, and something unmistakably intimate.

Marcus’s hand flew up, clamping gently but firmly over her mouth. His other arm locked around her waist like steel, holding her completely still. His eyes bored into hers, dark with adrenaline and lingering lust. Don’t move, he mouthed silently.

Outside, Victoria paused. “Marcus?” Her voice...