I woke up slowly in the Crimson Suite, my body heavy with the most delicious kind of tiredness.
Every muscle in my body ached. My p***y and ass felt swollen and tender, still leaking the remnants of last night’s endless use. Bite marks and fingerprints decorated my breasts, thighs, and hips like badges of honor. The faint scent of s*x, sweat, and c*m clung to my skin like a second perfume.
And I smiled.
There was no shame left in me anymore. The old Lila, the scared university student terrified of exposure, felt like a distant memory. The blackmailer’s threats barely registered now. Videos? Rumors? Let them spread. All I cared about was the deep, throbbing hunger between my legs and the intoxicating thrill of being wanted, used, and broken by so many different men.
I stretched weakly o
