Reene didn't know why—she couldn't even remember when the thoughts began—but right now, the only thing on her mind was sex.
Raw, overwhelming desire clouded everything. Her husband, her child… they faded into nothing.
Shame flickered somewhere deep inside her, but it was buried under layers of heat, lust, and desperation.
She just needed it. Needed to be filled. Needed to feel alive.
Claude watched her with a smirk, the power of his aphrodisiac burning hot in her veins. The strength of her arousal was intense—almost terrifying—but that only made his grin widen.
More importantly, his revenge was almost complete. Enzo would witness all of this—every shameless movement, every broken moan—broadcast live. Let him squirm.
Claude laid back against the pillows, stretching as he commanded, "Why don't you ride me, Reene?"
She nodded wordlessly, eyes glassy with need, crawling over his body. Her thighs trembled as she straddled him, her glistening pussy hovering just above his cock.
