Chapter 164 – Slave's Worship
Finally, Noah reached the last room.
Dominique's room.
It was pink. Heart-shaped drawings painted all over the walls, almost like a teenager's twisted fantasy of love and lust.
But Dominique wasn't lying on her bed like a normal girl waiting for her man.
No.
She was kneeling on the floor. Naked. Waiting.
The moment she sensed his presence, she lifted her head. Her soft silver hair clung to her sweaty skin. When she saw him, a wide, blissful smile bloomed on her lips.
"Master," she said, her voice sweet—too sweet. "Your slave has been waiting for you."
There was obsession in her eyes. Lust too. But not the cute, playful kind. The kind that ran deep. Dangerous. Reverent.
She crawled to him. Slowly. Her eyes never left his.
Then, without a word, she pulled down his pants.
Noah's cock sprung free, hard as steel, majestic as ever—even after hours of fucking. Not a single trace of fatigue.
It was ridiculous. Maddening.
