Unknown to the storm of turmoil and awakening raging just outside on the terrace, Vivienne remained on her knees, her world narrowed down to the heat radiating from the man standing over her.
Her back was arched with such desperation it looked ready to snap, her ass raised high in a silent, trembling invitation.
"I have nothing left but this," Vivienne choked out, her voice thick and broken. "I am your property, Sir. I'm nothing but a vessel. I'm your slut... and I'll do anything you want. Anything."
She was hoping... craving... to feel the same brutal, soul-shattering impact he had just gifted to her assistant.
Alex's smile was slow and predatory. His eyes flickered briefly toward the gap in the curtains... toward the darkness where he knew Jennifer still stood, watching, unable to look away.
Time for her to hear how her mother screams.
He moved behind Vivienne with deliberate slowness, positioning himself at her entrance.
