Abigail’s body trembled as she tried to crawl toward him. Her knees scraped the floor, her thighs slick, her pussy still dripping with Elijah’s cum.

Her hair clung to her damp face, mascara streaked down her cheeks, her lips swollen from moaning another man’s name. She looked like sin itself. Broken. Used. Wrecked. And she had the audacity to cry.

“Xavier. Baby. Please.”

Her voice cracked, hoarse from screaming. Not from pain. Not from grief. From pleasure. From cumming on his twin brother’s cock while Xavier stood just feet away, holding a fucking ring.

“I can explain.”

She crawled closer, desperation leaking from every inch of her ruined body.

“I...