The air in Shane's penthouse had changed.
Gone was the tension of past confessions and emotional pain. In its place was something thicker—warm, hungry, electric. The kind of silence that vibrated with anticipation.
May sat on the edge of Shane's bed, legs crossed, eyes following Shane's every move as she walked across the room slowly, shedding layers of her tailored suit piece by piece. Her black dress shirt hung open, showing the lines of toned abs and the thin gold chain glinting at her collarbone.
Her gaze never left May.
"You said you wanted all of me," Shane said, her voice low, rough velvet. "So tonight, you get it."
May bit her lip, leaning back on her palms, eyes dark with desire. "Show me."
Shane didn't smile.
She stalked forward and cupped May's jaw, tilting her head up. Her thumb brushed along her lip as she whispered, "I'm going to make sure you never doubt who you belong to."
May's breath hitched—and she nodded.
That was all Shane needed.
She kissed her deep and slow, a claiming, not a question. Her hands moved down May's body with purpose, tugging her hoodie off, exposing the softness she adored. She took her time, unwrapping her like something precious, something sacred, all while holding back the storm coiling in her chest.
Then Shane pulled open the drawer by her bed.
May's eyes followed the movement.
Shane held up the sleek toy—black, velvet smooth, designed to please, not tease. Her expression didn't shift as she set it beside May on the bed like a promise.
"Lie back."
May obeyed, her breath shaky, her pulse loud in her ears.
Shane stripped the last of her clothes off in silence, powerful and slow, revealing inked skin, lean muscle, the full weight of her presence.
She climbed over May like a shadow and kissed down her neck, her collarbone, her chest—until May arched and gasped under her.
Shane paused, looking up. "Color?"
"Green," May whispered.
Shane smiled darkly. "Good girl."
What followed was not rushed. Shane wasn't here to tease or chase. She was here to take.
She kissed every inch of May's skin, memorized the curve of her thighs, the way she gasped when Shane's mouth found just the right spot. Then she sat back, one knee pressed between May's legs, and reached for the toy.
Her fingers traced it along May's trembling skin.
"You trust me?"
May nodded, wide-eyed, breathless.
"Say it."
"I trust you, Shane."
That was the last thing she said for a while.
Shane used the toy with expert control—slow at first, watching May's body twist, whimper, plead. Her hand was firm on May's thigh, keeping her grounded as she took her higher, deeper, harder. She whispered filth into May's ear, told her how perfect she looked like this, how she belonged to her.
Every stroke of the toy was timed with a kiss, a word, a breath.
When May finally shattered with a cry of Shane's name, shaking and flushed, Shane didn't stop.
She leaned in close, brushing her lips over May's ear.
"I'm not done with you yet."
She used her mouth next—slow, possessive, relentless—until May was begging, clawing at the sheets, her voice broken with pleasure.
Only when Shane was sure May couldn't take anymore did she pull her into her arms, heart still pounding, skin slick with sweat.
They lay tangled in the dark, Shane's chest rising and falling beneath May's cheek.
And for the first time since her past had come crashing back… Shane felt peace.
Because May hadn't just stayed.
She had surrendered.
The room was quiet except for the hum of morning light peeking through the sheer curtains. Shane was still asleep, stretched out half on top of May—naked, warm, and peaceful. Her face was buried against May's neck, arms wrapped around her possessively. She looked softer than anyone ever saw her.
Vulnerable. Unarmored. Hers.
May lay still, her fingers gently tracing the ridge of Shane's spine, her own lips swollen from a night of kissing, gasping, and surrender. Her thighs ached in the best way. Her chest was marked with fading love bites, and Shane's neck wore the proof of May's mouth—lipstick stains smeared across her collarbones, sharp red bites peeking out along her shoulder and throat.
She looked… claimed.
Until—
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
Shane's phone lit up on the nightstand.
May squinted toward it.
Alexa Moreau - Incoming Call
Her stomach tensed.
She hesitated.
Shane didn't move, still sleeping like the world outside didn't exist. May could feel her steady heartbeat, the rise and fall of her chest.
But that name?
It was a cold slap in a warm bed.
The phone kept vibrating. Annoying. Persistent.
May reached out, picked it up, and answered—curiosity and fury mixing in her chest.
She said nothing.
Just silence.
And then Alexa's voice slid through the speaker like a blade wrapped in silk.
"Well, good morning. How's your night, May?"
Her voice was raw—off—like she'd been crying.
May didn't say a word. Her gaze drifted to Shane's sleeping face, her lips slightly parted, skin flushed.
Alexa kept going, voice cracking now.
"She said she didn't love anyone. Not even me. She said love wasn't real. But now she's sleeping on your chest like she belongs to you. Like you matter."
May still didn't respond.
Alexa's breathing turned more erratic. "If she's not mine, she doesn't get to be anyone's."
And then, soft—dangerous:
"I won't let her love you."
May slowly brought the phone closer to her own face… and then flipped it.
Video call: ON.
The camera opened to the raw, intimate aftermath of a night no one else was meant to see.
Shane lay sprawled on top of May, her back bare, her toned figure littered with lipstick smears and May's signature red marks. Her face was peaceful, lips against May's neck. The sheets were half off them, their skin tangled together in a mess of passion.
May held the phone up, steady, her expression cold.
"This is what love looks like," she said, her voice low, unforgiving. "This is what she looks like when she's finally safe. When she's finally free of you."
Alexa didn't speak.
Didn't blink.
Tears shimmered in her furious silence.
"You don't own her," May said, voice rising just slightly. "You broke her once. You don't get to break her again just because you miss the control."
Shane stirred faintly, mumbling in her sleep, brushing her lips against May's skin. The image on the screen shifted slightly—Shane's jaw, marked by May's mouth, her chest rising and falling in trust.
May didn't lower the phone.
She wanted Alexa to see it all.
Every. Last. Inch.
"She's mine now," May whispered.
Dead silence.
May didn't hang up.
Not yet.
She set the phone on the nightstand, face up, the front camera still rolling—still showing everything.
She wanted Alexa to see what love looked like.
Not a game. Not manipulation. Not control.
Just real, raw intimacy.
Shane stirred again, her brow furrowing, her lashes fluttering open
"Mmm…" she mumbled, voice rough with sleep. "You're so warm."
She nuzzled deeper into May's neck, her arm tightening around her waist. Her bare thigh slid between May's legs, instinctively, possessively. She was fully naked, the morning light painting her skin golden and soft.
May smiled down at her, threading her fingers into Shane's messy hair.
"Sleepy?" she whispered.
Shane blinked up at her, and even half-awake, the way she looked at May could melt stone. "No," she murmured. "Just... addicted."
May chuckled softly, a deep warmth settling in her chest. "To what?"
Shane's lips curved. "To you."
She shifted then, slowly pushing herself up on one arm, her body gliding over May's effortlessly. Her muscles flexed as she moved, and her dark, boyish tattoos caught the light across her shoulder and ribs.
The sheet slid off her back.
Her toned frame, marked with lipstick, bite marks, and nail trails, was evidence of last night.
Shane hovered above her, her eyes traveling across May's flushed cheeks, down to her lips—bruised and slightly parted.
She leaned down and kissed her.
Deep, slow, with that aching hunger that came from not just lust—but craving something deeper.
May moaned softly, her legs parting instinctively, her hands gripping Shane's sides. The kiss turned hotter, wetter. Shane's hand cupped May's face, thumb brushing her cheek as their bodies pressed skin to skin.
Outside their bubble of warmth, on the nightstand, the phone sat undisturbed—still connected.
Still showing Alexa everything.
Every slide of Shane's mouth down May's throat.
Every breathless gasp May gave when Shane bit gently at her shoulder—right where her mark had already bloomed the night before.
"Still sore?" Shane whispered, grinning slightly against her skin.
"A little," May breathed, her nails digging into Shane's back. "Don't stop."
Shane laughed softly—low and rough, a sound that made May's stomach twist with want.
"I wasn't going to."
She moved lower, kissing a trail down May's chest, tongue flicking softly at sensitive spots she remembered from the night before. May arched into her, sighing, losing herself in the heat again.
Shane looked up once—hair messy, lips parted, eyes full of dark affection.
"You okay?" she asked softly, in between kisses. "After last night… I went a little hard."
May's heart clenched at that—at the care in her voice, the love bleeding through the dominant edge.
She cupped Shane's cheek, pulling her back up.
"I've never felt better," she whispered. "Not just because of what you did to me… but because of you. All of you."
Shane froze just a second, eyes searching hers.
Then she kissed her again.
Harder. Needier.
And on the nightstand, Alexa watched in silence.
Her chest tight.
Her eyes glassy.
Her hands clenched into fists.
She could see everything—the love, the lust, the peace on Shane's face she never wore when she was with her.
It was a knife in the gut.
Because Shane never slept like that with her.
Never smiled like that.
Never let herself be soft like that.
Not even once.
The screen dimmed.
The call ended.
And Alexa was left alone in the dark with a truth she couldn't deny—
Shane Kingston had moved on.
And she looked more hers than Alexa had ever seen.