Steam billowed behind her as Sky stepped out of the bathroom, barefoot, legs trembling, wrapped in nothing but a damp towel that clung to her like a desperate second skin.

Her skin was blotched with heat and bruises, a sheen of sweat still glistening over her collarbones, her throat raw, her lips swollen and slick with dried spit and leftover cum.

Her body was ruined.

She felt ruined.

And there he was…Xavier.

Standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed, slipping a watch onto his wrist like he hadn’t just face-fucked her senseless and pounded her ass so hard she still couldn’t walk straight.

His dark hair was slicked back,...