Lira's face flushed crimson. The papers in her hands shook as her eyes darted from Kael's erect cock to Aria's wrecked, cum-covered body on the sofa, then back to Kael's face.
"S-Sorry—"
She turned on her heel, fully intending to march straight out the door and pretend this night never happened.
"Come back."
Kael's voice was calm, unhurried — the voice of a man who expected to be obeyed. Lira's feet stopped moving despite every instinct screaming at her to run.
She turned slowly. Kael hadn't moved. He still stood by the sofa, water bottle in one hand, his cock jutting outward, glistening and impossibly hard. He pointed to it with a lazy finger and smiled.
"Surely, you won't leave your lord in a condition such as this."
Lira's blush deepened until her ears burned. She opened her mouth to say something — an excuse, a deflection, anything — but no words came. Her heart hammered against her ribs so loudly she was certain he could hear it.
