I stood there—an utter wreck—fucked and flushed. Alexei's arm encircled my waist, it felt like an iron grip shackling me to him. His smile was tinged with a mischievous arrogance as if he were the true victor of the race rather than Killian.

An overwhelming wave of shame and humiliation washed over me, I found myself clenching my legs tightly, hanging my head in utter despair. The VIP area still reeked of sex and sweat as he took me forcefully from behind, relentlessly pounding into me. At that time it felt like heaven, but now I questioned my sanity. How did I allow this to happen? Where was my rationality...