Nadia's POV

I’m lying in bed with two fingers circling my swollen clit, listening to my neighbor fuck another woman through the thin wall.

It’s the third time tonight, and I’m wondering if he ever gets tired.

His voice is low, commanding, and rough with dominance. I can’t make out every word, but the tone alone is enough —  that deep tone of a man who knows exactly what his cock is doing to someone.

The sounds echo in my room. The sharp crack of skin on skin. A woman's broken moans, and the rhythmic thud of a bedframe hammering against the wall in time with her cries.

My pussy...