“You will be waiting a hell of a long time, Roman,” Becky muttered through clenched teeth. Her voice shook with frustration and oh, so much anger.
She grabbed a towel and vigorously dried her body with it. A handle of seconds later, barely done wiping all the drops of water off her body, Becky threw the used towel on the bathroom floor and glared at it as though it was the towel’s fault that her body was so sensitive and strung up tight enough to ache.
“Damn you, Roman!” she hissed and walked out of the bathroom. Becky sat on the bed and tried to calm her screaming body. She could almost still feel the ghost of his fingers on her, masterfully tormenting her. Damn him for doing this to her and then just leaving.
Unfamiliar thoughts crept into her mind, thoughts she had never entertaine
