Chapter 103 The Second Man Wasn't Idle

• The First Man tore his lips from Simone's breast with an audible pop, his mouth wet from the contact. The breast he left behind was red and shiny from saliva, and it pulsed in the purple light. He did not look at the woman he had just mauled, his eyes moved upwards and locked onto Quin in the most threatening manner.
• Reaching out with a hand, he dug his fingers into Quin’s tender cheek, pushing her head against the soft velvet wall of the booth.
• "Look at me," he growled in a guttural tone.