Her man. Another woman. Tongues tangled. And Leyala just stood there—wet, furious, and hungry for revenge.
Leyala wasn’t supposed to see this. Atlas, the man who made her legs tremble and her voice break, now has someone else in his grip—his mouth on hers, hands roaming. The other woman moans against him, and Leyala snaps.
She should scream. She should walk away. Instead, quickens, eyes wide, heart racing. She s hurt. She s soaked. And now she’s thinking about how she’ll make him pay. With her body. With control. With a new fire that won’t stop until she’s the only one he begs for.
