He didn't even flinch when my hand cracked sharply across his face. The sound was so loud, it still echoed between us like a gunshot. I could hear Lucien stirring faintly in his crib, but Ravić just stayed here, with his cock still buried deep inside me, and his cum still slicking my thighs.
His red eyes widened for a moment, then slowly curved into a predatory smile, baring his fangs like a wolf showing its teeth.
"Now I would ask what that was for," he murmured, almost gently. "But I liked it. Do it again."
I shoved him off me with deliberate force, feeling the hard length of him slide against me one last time as I pulled him out. His cock twitched in protest, but I didn't even bother to give him the satisfaction of a glance when I shoved myself off the bed.
I grabbed the closest clothing I could find on the floor. It was his black shirt. Figures.
