She shoved me back so hard the door rattled in its frame like it was trying to escape, and the black lace still crammed in my mouth muffled the guttural, animal groan that tore out of me as her scent was raw, dripping, pure fucking Reyna, detonated behind my eyes and short-circuited every rational thought until all that existed was the taste of her panties and the promise of her cunt.
Reyna's eyes blazed with the same feral, predatory command she'd worn behind the bar, but now it was stripped bare, no mask, no mercy, just a woman who had decided she was going to break me open and drink whatever spilled out.
She wanted to own me, to ruin me, to consume me until my name was nothing but a prayer on her lips, and every cell in my body screamed yes, fucking take it, it's been yours since the moment you looked at me.
Let her have this. Let win. Her pleasure now was the single greatest investment I would make in my life.
She ripped the bodysuit down in one violent, savage yank.
