Lila’s face burned with shame and arousal. “I— I can’t—”

“Shh.” Damien pushed two fingers deep inside her without warning, curling them perfectly. The wet, obscene squelch filled the elevator as he slowly finger-fucked her. “I don’t care who had you first. I’m going to make you forget him.”

Lila’s head fell back against the wall, moaning loudly as he pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb circling her swollen clit. *He knows. He can feel Rhys’s cum inside me and he’s still fingering me like he owns me. I’m disgusting. I’m addicted to this.*

The elevator reached the parking garage. Damien didn’t stop. He kept working her pussy...