(Beverley’s POV)
I couldn’t believe what I had just done.
My legs were still shaky as I tried to act normal in front of Mom, who had come downstairs right after Marcus made me c*m again in the kitchen. My p***y was still throbbing with aftershocks, my tiny shorts completely soaked, and my mind was a complete, chaotic mess. Every time I glanced at Marcus across the room, vivid memories flooded back, his thick fingers buried deep inside me, curling perfectly against that spot that made me see stars, his low, filthy voice whispering dirty praises while my mom was just upstairs in the shower.
I spent the rest of the afternoon hiding in my room, curled up on my bed with my knees drawn to my chest. I tried to process everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, but it was impos
