Beverley’s POV)
I barely made it to my room before my legs gave out completely.
I closed the door behind me and leaned heavily against it, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My lips felt swollen and tingling from Marcus’s possessive kisses. My n*****s were painfully hard, rubbing against the thin fabric of my tank top with every shaky inhale. And my p***y… God, my p***y was throbbing, swollen and soaked through my tiny pink shorts. I could still feel the ghost of his hard c**k grinding against my thigh under the stairs, the heat of his body, the filthy promises he’d whispered while my mom was just a few steps away in the living room.
This was spiraling dangerously out of control.
I should have been horrified. I should have locked the door, taken a cold shower, and tried to
