Victor did his best to appear appropriately sympathetic. But there was an engine inside of him, revving to go back to the room.

He claimed he had a bad hangover and needed to return to the hotel to lay down when Han tried to invite him to drinks at some sky bar he knew afterward. He felt terrible lying to his brother. Lying to loved ones…that was the first sign that your addiction was back.

However, those guilty thoughts disappeared in a flash when he opened the app to the sound of her whimpering.

He hated her, but that old protective instinct fired up in an instant. Someone was hurting her. Where the hell was Wayne? How had he let someone get in there to—

What Victor found on the screen stopped those thoughts cold.

The security camera app favored the camera feed with the most amount of movement. So the bedroom feed now filled up the screen.

It was after midnight there, and she had gone to bed. She wasn’t hurting. At least not in the way he had thought at first. Her hand was underneath her nightshirt, working her nipple. And the other hand was curled around the handle of an instrument that was partially embedded beneath her shorts.

He couldn’t see below the waistband, but the memory of what he’d found in her nightstand came back in a flash. Victor knew exactly what he was looking at as he watched her hips undulate against the buzzing machine between her legs. Eyes glued to the screen, he unbuckled and took himself in his hand.

Her eyes were closed. Was she thinking about him as she worked the instrument up and down? Someone else?

The idea of it being someone else made him fist himself all that much harder. He hadn’t killed the guard who’d gotten too friendly with her. But Ears was on Han’s detail now, and his brother knew better than to ever use him when meeting with Victor. Maybe that had been a mistake.

He hated that Dawn did this to him. Made him consider killing one of his men simply for accepting dinner from her. Hated that just watching her touch herself made him harder than that C-pop star ever could.

He hated it, but as she worked the vibrator between her legs, he jerked his cock. And when she came, he did too, splattering his cum across the room’s fine carpet.

Even then, he couldn’t stop watching her. Not until she put the vibrator away and fell asleep.