Sky slammed the door to her bedroom, the sound of Gloria’s moans still echoing from the hallway like a fucking haunted house of orgasms.

She stood there a moment.

Chest heaving. Hair sticking to her face. Pussy still throbbing from the brutal night before.

“Fucking insane,” she muttered under her breath. “This bitch is actually, clinically insane.”

She wiped her hand down her face, glaring toward the wall where Gloria’s headboard was probably slamming against it.

“Who even throws a six-man orgy on a Tuesday?!”

She stormed to her closet, yanking it open and grabbing the nearest suitcase. Her thighs stuck together with slick as she moved, her jeans damp...