Luca carried Selma to the bed and placed her as gently as a man who had just spent two days ravaging half the village could manage.
Selma landed on the mattress with a soft bounce, her face flushed, her body trembling.
She didn't resist. She couldn't. Her legs had turned to jelly the moment Luca's cock had slid between her ass cheeks.
Alia watched all of this with wide eyes, her heart pounding.
She then looked around the room.
Ivy lay on one side of the bed, still twitching, one hand pressed protectively over her glowing belly tattoo.
Tessa was sprawled on the other side, her face frozen in a blissful, empty smile.
Selma had just been deposited in the center, and now—
Now there was no one else.
Realising this, Alia's blood ran cold.
She was the last one left and that meant it was her turn now!
The moment she thought of that, the admiration and excitement that had been bubbling in her chest moments ago evaporated instantly, replaced by a cold, creeping dread.
