C127 Allison’s pov: f*cked Breathless.

Sweat and sex clung to the air. My skin burned where Dontrell had taken me, the echo of his grip lingering on my flesh. He was close—seconds away from spilling into me—when I ripped myself away, leaving him throbbing, aching.

I didn’t look back—I walked to the pole.

The red glow cast my shadow as I gripped the cold steel. My slick skin pressed to the metal as I arched