My fingers froze deep inside my soaked pussy. Nick stood at the foot of my bed like a dark god, arms crossed over his powerful chest, green eyes burning with raw, dangerous hunger as he watched me desperately fucking myself.

Was I having a wet dream again…?

No. This was real. He was really here.

"Nick...how did you..." I gasped, my fingers still buried inside me, too shocked to pull them out.

"Doesn’t matter how I got in, princess," he growled, stepping closer. "What matters is that I’ve been standing here watching you moan my name while you finger that greedy little cunt."

My face burned with humiliation, but my...