I tossed and turned, staring up at the ceiling as the pale glow of the moon spilled across my room. The sheets clung damply to my skin. My body was exhausted, yet my mind refused to rest. Every time I closed my eyes, the same images clawed their way back, Bane’s mouth on Rinna’s neck, her smirk, his indifference, the way he never once looked my way and the way my p***y was pulsating for him.
I pressed a pillow over my head and groaned quietly, trying to drown out the thoughts, the heat, the ache. But it was useless. The air felt thick with his scent, even here.
“I need to stop thinking about him,” I muttered, though the words held no strength. I turned to the side, forcing myself to breathe slowly, pretending I could still the storm building inside me.
Just when I felt the edges of slee
