Olivia decided to 'help' me gather laundry today. By 'help,' I mean she tossed every soiled sheet directly at my head while giggling about how I must love the smell of other men's cum. One hit me square in the face—warm, wet, and reeking of sex. I saw red. Chased her through the halls, past Amanda's fake smile and Roxia's concerned glance, until I cornered her in the pantry. She was still laughing, so I shoved her against the shelves, my hand gripping her throat not to hurt, but to hold her still. 'Like that, do you?' she gasped, her eyes bright with challenge. I didn't answer. Just kissed her, hard, tasting the cheap wine on her tongue. Let her feel my cock straining against my trousers. Let her squirm. For once, the little demon was quiet.