Chapter 265 Velvet Heat Ch4

• They don’t make it past the bedroom door the next night. She’s there first — perched on the edge of the bed in nothing but lace, thighs pressed tight, heart pounding like she can already taste what’s coming.
• The other woman stalks in — soft shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp from the shower. She stops when she sees her — knees parted just enough to flash slick, mouth curved in a grin that promises no mercy.
• “You waited dressed up for me, pretty thing?” she purrs, voice warm sin. She crosses the room slow, each step dragging heat low in her belly. She stops in front of her — thumb hooking under her chin, tilting her face up.