"Jack…" Haruna breathed, her voice huskier than before. "This is…"
"Yours," I said, my voice a low growl. "All of yours."
Hannah let out a soft, needy whimper, her fingers clenching around my arm. "You bought this… for us?"
The smirk curling my lips was pure sadism as I let my gaze rake over them—Julie's eyes dark with predatory hunger, her tongue already wetting her lips like a bitch in heat; Hannah's thighs pressed together, her panties already soaked through; Haruna's cheeks flushed crimson, her fingers twitching like she was this close to shoving them inside herself right then and there.
The villa tour was over.
Now, the fucking began.
The second I stepped inside, the air detonated—thick with the stink of desperate pussy, the musky tang of unwashed need. Every woman I'd ever ruined was here, a living, breathing buffet of holes just waiting to be stretched, filled, and drowned in cum.