LENA’S POV

The elevator ride up was quiet except for the sound of my breathing and the soft clink of Dominic’s belt as he adjusted himself.

Kane carried me. I was still leaking their cum down my thighs, dress shoved up around my waist, panties somewhere on the lounge floor. My wrists rested loosely around his neck. Every step made the mess between my legs smear against his suit jacket.

The suite door opened. Dominick keyed us in. Lights stayed low. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city, but no one bothered with the curtains.

Marcus shut the door and locked it. Twice.

Dominic pointed at the massive bed. “On your back....