DOMENICO

The living room was shrouded in seductive darkness. Only the soft glow of the laptop illuminated the room.

I lounged back on the wide, black leather couch like a king on his throne, legs spread wide, one hand lazily cradling a glass of aged whiskey while the other was already busy between my thighs.

Reina’s face filled the screen, hundreds of stolen photos meticulously organized staring back at me.

Tonight, I kept returning to one particular image: the naked picture of her I had taken in my bed that night after I had fucked her senseless out of her. Her eyes closed, mouth parted slightly and my cum decorated...