DREW.
“Don’t move,” I growled against Selene’s wet cunt the second the lock clicked. “Not one fucking inch.”
Claire’s hands froze on Selene’s nipples. Selene’s thighs trembled hard against my shoulders. The door swung open.
Victor Draven stepped into our living room.
Selene’s husband.
The man who sat beside her at every charity gala. The...