Then he saw all of it.
His mouth stopped working.
From this angle — level with the glass, close enough that his breath fogged it — he could see Cruxius clearly behind her, one hand braced on the window frame above Jenny's head, the other arm locked under her thigh keeping her open, hips moving in that deep, punishing rhythm that made her whole body jiggle forward with every impact.
Her breasts were flattened against the glass from the inside.
Her pussy was running down it from the inside.
And she was screaming — muffled through the pane, audible anyway — not in a way that sounded like suffering.
Jake's mouth twitched.
"...Leave her alone." The words came out barely above a whisper. "You bastard."
Then louder: "LEAVE HER ALONE!"
His foot slipped.
