Marina's body went still. Not the stillness of calm, but the stillness of a predator locking onto prey. Her thighs, still pressed against my chest, tensed like a coiled spring.
Her pussy, glistening and swollen from my tongue, hovered just above my face, the heat of her a cruel reminder of what I'd been denied.
I could feel the shift in her—the air between us thickening with something dark, something feral.
Her eyes.
God, her eyes.
They weren't just jealous. They were black with it.
A storm of possession, rage, and something even more dangerous: fear. Fear that I might choose Madeline over her. Fear that I might want to.
I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I forced the words out. "Ok… I'll be there…" The maid's footsteps retreated, but Marina didn't move. Not yet. Her gaze bored into me, her breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until I could taste her jealousy in the air.
