Elena drifted through the next day in a haze of guarded glances and careful touches. The penthouse felt larger somehow, corridors stretching like accusations. Tabloids screamed from every screen Julian tried to scrub, her old escort photos splashed across headlines that called her a gold-digger, whore, infiltrator. She caught Victoria staring at one on her tablet during breakfast, thumb hovering over a grainy image of Elena on her knees for a faceless client years ago. Victoria closed the tab quickly, but the silence lingered thick as smoke.
Alexander spent hours on calls, lawyers barking in the background, voice clipped and cold. Julian coded frantically in his room, door cracked just enough for her to see his shoulders hunched, fingers flying to erase her past from the web. She wandered the halls in a silk robe, barefoot, skin prickling under invisible eyes.
Afternoon found her in the laundry room, folding sheets that still smelled of Gala Champagne and cum. The dryer hummed low, heat radiating. She pressed a warm towel to her face, inhaled deeply, and tried to anchor herself in the scent of them.
Soft footsteps. Victoria entered, robe matching hers but black, hair pinned loose. She closed the door gently, leaned against it.
"We need to talk."
Elena's stomach twisted. She set the towel down slowly.
Victoria crossed the room, took Elena's hands. "I knew some of it. The rumours. But seeing it..." She trailed off, eyes searching Elena's face. "Doesn't change how I feel. Just makes me want to protect you harder."
Elena swallowed. "I never hid it from you. Not really."
Victoria pulled her close, kissed her slowly, tongue tracing apology and claim. Hands slid under the robe, cupped bare ass, pulled her flush. Heat bloomed instantly.
"I believe you." Victoria's voice roughened. "But I need to feel it."
She pushed Elena back against the vibrating dryer, robe falling open. Knelt suddenly, mouth latching onto her clit without warning. Elena gasped, hands tangling in dark hair. Victoria sucked hard, tongue flicking brutally, two fingers plunging deep, curling immediately.
The dryer rattled beneath her, vibrations travelling through bone. Victoria added a third finger, stretching. Thumb pressed her asshole, circling wet.
"Watch me," Victoria ordered, looking up.
Elena met her eyes, wild and possessive. Victoria ate her ruthless, beard burn nothing compared to this velvet assault. She came hard, squirting over Victoria's chin, dripping to the floor. Victoria drank greedily, licking clean.
She rose, robe discarded. Naked and golden. Pulled Elena down to the rug, positioned them scissor style, legs intertwined. Clits met slick, grinding slowly.
"Feel how wet you make me," Victoria breathed. "Past doesn't matter."
They rocked together, clits dragging perfect friction. Hands gripped thighs, pulling tighter. Juices mixed, wet sounds filling the room. Victoria reached for a bottle of fabric softener, poured a stream over their joined pussies, slick and floral.
Grind turned frantic. Elena's hips bucked, chasing. Victoria pinched her own nipples hard, head thrown back.
"Come with me."
They did, simultaneous and shattering, squirting together in hot pulses that soaked the rug. Bodies trembled, locked.
After, they lay tangled, breathing in sync. Victoria kissed her slowly.
"Mine," she whispered. "All versions."
The door opened softly. Alexander stood watching, eyes dark. Julian was behind him, cheeks flushed.
Alexander crossed and lifted Elena effortlessly. Carried her to the master bed, Victoria following. Julian trailed shyly.
They laid her centre, stripped slowly. Alexander entered her pussy gently, Victoria scissored against her thigh, Julian in her mouth.
Slow reclaiming. No rush. Just love poured physically.
Climaxes built soft, rolling. She came whispering forgiveness, tears mixing with release.
They held her after, bodies piled protective.
The crack sealed another layer.
But outside, the world kept digging.