Cian pulled up his pants and buckled his belt, regaining his composure. He turned his attention back to Dia, who was in the process of cleaning up Lola with a disgusted expression on her face. Lola now slept peacefully, her face serene. It was difficult to believe that she had just experienced such a traumatic violation and been covered in ejaculate. Could it be that she actually had a rape fetish?
"Why don't you clean up after yourself? Is this how you always behave?" Dia suddenly asked, her voice filled with contempt.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, isn't it customary for men to take care of a woman if she loses consciousness during sex? Shouldn't you be cleaning her up yourself?"
"I hate to break it to you, but that's not true. I only do it with Maya, and I haven't had the chance to do it with Vera yet. They are my women, so it's natural for me to take care of them in that way. But this woman..." Cian's gaze fell upon Lola with an indifferent expression. "She's not mine."