Kerry's breath hitched, her body trembling as Ravina's fingers pressed against her asshole, her voice a dark purr. "Yes, Ravina..." Her voice was a velvet whisper, her gaze locking onto Mitt. "I'm his."
I watched Kerry as she mocked Mitt, her voice dripping with defiance, her fingers still wrapped around my cock like she owned it. There was no anger in her eyes—no betrayal, no resentment. Just pride. Just the smug satisfaction of a woman who knew she was chosen. Who knew she'd get my cock again—and again—and again.
My gaze shifted to Ryan, his face twisted in humiliation, his body tense as he knelt bound on the ground. The other men were already staring at him, their expressions a mix of shock and disgust.
"Ryan..." My voice was a dark purr, my smirk cruel as I locked eyes with him. "Don't worry." My fingers trailed over Kerry's waist, my touch possessive. "I'll definitely make Aunt Hina pregnant with my child."
