The door was slightly ajar.
Through the narrow crack, a pair of brilliant blue eyes peeked into the dimly lit room.
Emerald stood there, frozen in place, barely daring to breathe as she gazed at the sight before her.
Inside, the scene was nothing short of sinful.
Liam lay sprawled on the bed, his bare chest exposed, his strong arms casually draped over the three girls pressed against him—Eva, Elsa, and Lela—each one equally nude, their limbs entangled with his, their faces flushed with the remnants of unrestrained passion.
In between his legs, was a thick, meaty sausage, which she had seen before pounding all three of the girls without mercy.
The air itself was thick with the unmistakable scent of what had transpired, humid and heavy, clinging to the walls, the furniture, and to the bodies lying at the center of it all.
Emerald's heart thundered violently against her ribcage, her breath hitching in her throat.
