Dawn crept through the curtains—revealing their spent bodies sprawled across Jackson’s side of the bed. Stiles winced when sunlight hit her swollen eyelids—her thighs still spread obscenely wide, mingled fluids crusting on her inner thighs. Jackson stirred first—his brow furrowing as sticky warmth registered against his hip. His eyes flew open—taking in Stiles’s naked, cum-stained form beside him. "What the—?" His hand flew to his own bare hips—his cock smeared with drying semen. Stiles feigned sleep as Jackson’s breathing turned erratic—his fingers tracing unfamiliar bite marks on his inner thigh.

The first slap cracked against her pussy—the sting jolting her upright with a gasp. Jackson’s eyes blazed with fury—his palm already red from the impact. "Explain this," he snarled, gesturing at the mess between her legs. Stiles’s tongue darted out—licking her lips nervously. "Y-you...fucked me all night," she whispered, fingers trailing through the sticky trails on her belly. "Three...four times?" Jackson’s nostrils flared—his cock twitching despite his rage. "Bullshit." Another slap—harder—made her thighs snap together reflexively. "Try again."