Alex stood over them like a conqueror, his powerful body still glistening with sweat. His voice cut through the heavy, sex-scented air like a blade.
"So, Sophia…" he said, calm and commanding, eyes locked on her cum-glazed face. "Who do you want?"
He let the question hang for a second before finishing it with deliberate cruelty.
"Me… or that pathetic excuse of a man lying over there?"
Marcus could feel every drop of contempt, every ounce of mockery dripping from Alex's voice. It burned like acid. But he was too broken to care about it right now.
Despite the aching pain radiating through his ribs and the blood still trickling from his mouth and forehead, a small, desperate spark of hope flickered in his chest... a fragile chance to escape this nightmare.
Even after watching Alex fuck her so brutally, pounding her like a cheap whore, stretching her, ruining her, making her scream and cum like Marcus had never seen before, he was still certain.
She would choose him
