Collateral Damage: Part 2

The "associates" arrived at noon the next day, while Elena was still sore and aching from the previous night's marathon session. Sal had taken her three more times before dawn—on the bathroom counter, against the window overlooking the city, and finally in the shower where he'd made her beg for his cum like a desperate slut. Now she stood in the penthouse's open-concept living space wearing only a silk robe that Sal had provided, her body marked with his fingerprints like territorial claims. The men who entered were nothing like she'd expected. She'd anticipated thugs, brutes, crude men with crude appetites. Instead, three devastatingly attractive men followed Sal into the room, each moving with the lethal grace of predators. "Elena,"…