The house was dead silent. It was well past midnight, and the only sound was my own heartbeat thundering in my ears as I crept down the hallway. Mark had left hours ago. Good. I didn’t want anyone else around for what I was about to do. I’d waited long enough. Watching Cane fuck that man had broken something inside me — or maybe awakened the filthy slut I’d always been. My pussy hadn’t stopped dripping since I left his room earlier. The image of his huge, cum-slick cock was burned into my brain.

I wore nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely reached the bottom of my ass. No...