Taboo Fantasy (8)
Davis’s POV
You hear the lock click behind him.
That small sound, barely louder than the hum of the fan, lands in your chest like a punch. You sit upright, but your fingers curl tight around the edge of the bed. You try not to react, but your body betrays you. Every muscle tenses.
Rhea is seated beside you, legs crossed, calm like nothing about this is strange. She leans close and whispers, her voice soft but sure. “It’s okay to be scared. You’re doing something brave.”
You do not feel brave.
Your stomach turns as you hear Mike’s boots on the floor. Each step is slow, and you can already feel his stare. You do not need to look up to know he is watching you. He is probably smiling, probably remembering what your mouth felt like on him hours ago.
You can still taste
