The ringtone cuts through the humid, sex-heavy air of the suite, a jarring, cheerful melody that belongs to a world miles away from this room. The screen illuminates Arya’s palm, the name Mom flashing in bright, demanding letters. Aru’s breath hitches, her chest heaving against the friction of Arya’s skin. Her inner walls, still fluttering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, clamp down instinctively around the thick length of him, a betrayal that makes Arya’s lips curl into a cruel, satisfied smirk.

He doesn’t pull out. Instead, he grinds his hips upward, a slow, deliberate rotation that forces a gasp from her throat. His dark eyes lock onto hers, daring her to defy him. The pressure of his cock inside her is immense, a heavy, stretching presence that leaves no room for denial. He holds the phone closer, the vibration buzzing against her cheek.