Rex stood over her, his chest heaving as he exhaled a long, satisfied cloud of steam into the humid bathroom air.
"Phew..." he rumbled, the sound vibrating through the floorboards.
His cock remained monstrous, standing tall and defiant despite the exertion, still slick with a mixture of his own seed and her arousal. "I only go this hard on you because you're finally free, Valentina."
"Free from that pathetic life... free from that weak man."
His expression suddenly shifted from sadistic triumph to something far more predatory a cold, calculating malice that made the blood in Valentina's veins run cold.
"Besides," he whispered, leaning down until his breath hot smoked her ear, "once you're properly broken, I'll start messing with your precious little Helena when she comes home."
"I wonder if she'll scream as prettily as her mother."
Valentina flinched as if he had struck her. The mention of her daughter pierced through the chemical haze of her climax like a shard of ice.
