Chapter 281: Simione's Wrath

Simione's breathe wasn't quite steady. Neither was Hawk's. For one moment they were on the first floor where Tabitha was kneeling and crying. This time they were in a dark, unfamiliar room—Simione's body splattered over the soft velvet while Hawk was bending over her, kissing her throat obsessively. They were both drowned in pleasure, not thinking and just giving in to the dark pleasure of their carnal desires.