The door crashed open before Amanda spoke, her frame slicing through the haze of sex and sweat like a blade through smoke. She leaned against the splintered doorframe, one hip cocked, lips curved in a smile that was all teeth and no mercy.
"Miss me?" she purred, voice dripping with condescension. Her eyes—dark, sharp, predatory—took in the wreckage: Eros buried balls-deep in Madison's convulsing cunt, the ruined bed, the slick coating every surface. "Brought a housewarming gift."
Before Eros could snarl a response, shed moved—not walking, gliding across the room in silence. Her stride was liquid violence, the kind that made trained killers check their knives. She stopped beside the bed, gaze locked on the brutal rhythm of Eros's pistoning hips, on Madison's tear-streaked face mashed into satin.
