Chapter 35: Sating A Milf’s Urges
Ruel turned from Elara, his gaze sweeping across the room until it landed on the slightly ajar door.
He moved towards it, his footsteps silent on the floor.
Anya, watching him through the crack, felt a surge of panic.
She tried to back away, to disappear into the shadows, but it was too late.
Ruel reached the door and, with a swift, silent motion, opened it.
Anya, caught in her shameful position, froze. Her face flushed crimson, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and mortification. She wanted to run, to hide, but her legs seemed rooted to the spot.
Ruel stood in the doorway, his naked form filling the space. His smirk was gone, replaced by a look of cool, predatory satisfaction.
"Trying to sneak away, cariad?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous purr.
Anya stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Ruel took a step closer. "No need to be shy," he said. "I saw everything. You were enjoying the show, weren't you?"
Anya's heart pounded in her chest.