Allen didn't waste a second. His hands grabbed Veyna's wrists behind her back, yanking them up hard, locking her into a fucking merciless full nelson. Her head snapped back, throat exposed, trembling under his brutal grip.
"Shhh," Allen whispered low and filthy in her ear, voice thick with menace. "Not so loud now, huh, little slut?"
His cock slammed into her dripping, gushing pussy with savage force—SCHLK-THMP! SCHLK-THMP!—each thrust echoing like a filthy drum in the quiet room. The sheets were soaked, but Allen wanted more mess, more chaos.
Veyna's eyes were wide, swimming with panic and arousal. She could barely breathe, every nerve on fire, and the worst part? Kael was dead asleep right next to her, totally fucking clueless. His chest rose and fell slow and steady, soft snores barely audible—completely unaware that his wife's cunt was being demolished just inches away.
