His fake wife, their real obsession
Pamorai’m divorcing my tyrant husband
"
The room spun in a chaotic, intoxicating storm of heavy breathing, ripping clothes, and skin slamming violently against skin. Every touch was a demand, every breath a declaration of ownership.
When Zane gripped my jaw, forcing me to look up into his dark, blown-out pupils, I begged him with everything I had left. “Don't stop," I cried out, my hips arching blindly into the heat of all three of them, completely reckless, completely unhinged. "Harder! Give me more!"
They obliged without a single shred of mercy. They traded me between them like a prize, their heavy bodies pinning me down, clouding my mind with an exhausting, fierce intensity that thoroughly burned away every single thought of