She was perfect.
Of course she was.
Reileen brought her in like a peace offering. Wrapped in silk, high heels clicking on the hotel floor, scent of jasmine trailing behind her like a challenge.
"This is Mina," Reileen said. "She's yours tonight. Ours, if you want."
Mina looked young. Not just in years, but in eyes. Curious. Willing. Maybe naive enough to think this was a game she could control.
I almost warned her.
Almost.
Instead, I poured three glasses of black label whiskey and watched Reileen circle her like a lion.
The kiss started slow—Reileen and Mina, lips brushing, fingers tangled in each other's hair.
I watched from the couch, hardening under my pants, my pulse drumming low.
Reileen peeled Mina's dress off her like skin. Her breasts spilled out, nipples already stiff from excitement or fear. Reileen bit one, gently, and Mina gasped.
Then Reileen turned to me.
"Do you want to taste her?"
Mina looked at me.
And I crossed the room.
I took control.
Laid Mina on the bed, spread her legs, and dove between them. She moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets. I tasted heat, salt, innocence.
Reileen watched from the edge, licking her lips.
When I rose up, Mina's thighs trembling, Reileen was already undressing me.
"You like her?" she whispered.
"I don't even know her name."
"You don't need to."
She pushed me down and guided Mina onto my lap.
The girl sank onto my cock like she was born for it.
She rode me with shy hips, building speed. Her moans were soft, breathy.
Too soft.
Too… pure.
Reileen hated that.
I felt her hand on Mina's throat before I even saw her move.
Mina gasped.
"Let her breathe," I said, hands tightening on the girl's waist.
Reileen tilted her head.
"She can," she said sweetly. "For now."
She pressed harder.
Mina struggled.
Her rhythm stuttered.
I didn't stop.
None of us did.
We all came together.
Mina choking out a cry, Reileen shuddering as she fingered herself beside us, and me—exploding inside the girl with a grunt that felt like a confession.
Mina collapsed forward, panting, heart racing.
Reileen stroked her hair.
"So sweet," she murmured.
Then she whispered something in her ear.
Mina's eyes widened.
And I knew it was happening again.
"She's mine," I said, standing.
"No, she's not," Reileen replied.
"Don't do this."
"She let you inside her. She moaned for you. I watched it all."
Reileen reached under the bed.
Steel glinted.
"Rei—"
She plunged the blade into Mina's throat.
The girl twitched. Once.
Then stilled.
Blood pooled fast, staining the sheets, our bodies, the mattress. My seed still dripping from between her legs.
Reileen leaned over the corpse and kissed my mouth.
"She was only ever foreplay."
Later, as I cleaned the blood from my hands in silence, Reileen curled beside me in bed.
"Why do you let me do this?" she whispered.
"I don't," I replied.
"But you never stop me."
She kissed my chest.
And I knew I wouldn't stop next time either.
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