"Hmmmmp!" Kevin's eyes widened, his breathing ragged as he was forced to watch the intimate act.
His emotions churned—rage, shame, and helplessness battled for dominance as the woman he loved was taken before him, her moans echoing in his ears.
Ross's pace quickened, his grip tightening on Ayla's hips as he drove into her with relentless power. Ayla's cries grew louder, her head lowering as her body gave itself over to the sensations.
She felt her own arousal building once again, a deep heat pooling low in her belly.
Kevin's jaw clenched as he tried to look away, but Ross's voice cut through the room like a whip.
"Don't you dare close your eyes, Kevin," Ross commanded, his tone dripping with dominance. "You need to see just how much your little girlfriend loves being fucked by a real man."