~Damon~

“Good girl. Now stay right there and don’t move.”

My voice dropped lower as I stepped in behind her, the sound of my boots sticking to the blood-smeared floor echoing through the hallway.

Her palms were flat against the cold metal lockers, her breath already coming in shallow gasps. Her skirt was hitched high over her hips, the soft curve of her ass trembling, on display, open for me. Her soaked panties clung to one thigh, already stretched, already ruined.

I ...