He snatched Tae's robe off the floor and shoved it into her trembling hands, his breath hot against her ear. "Play nice, slut. Or I put a bullet in his pretty skull." The lie slithered between them as he tucked his cock back into his pants—no gun, just the hard outline of his desperation pressing against the fabric. Tae nodded frantically, her lips still swollen from his abuse, her thighs slick with proof of her treachery.

The front door creaked open.