Nash was there, naked. His expression was everything but friendly, his eyes fixed on her.
He filled the doorway, his shoulders broad, his frame imposing.
The soft bathroom light caught the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, glistening faintly with sweat.
She could swear he was three times larger too, making any escape impossible.
And below his waist…
Hina's breath hitched. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. Her playful smirk vanished completely, replaced by slack-jawed disbelief.
His cock stood fully erect, thick and heavy, a powerful pillar of vengeance aimed directly at her like a finger pointing at a target.
It wasn't just hard; it looked… bigger. No, it was bigger. And thicker, even angrier. Could dick have a consciousness? Because this one was talking to her with a deep voice.
Veins pulsed visibly along its impressive length, thick as cords, tracing a roadmap of engorged blood vessels.
