Violet
My fingers trembled slightly as they reached for the zipper.
I moved slowly. Every sound, every breath felt loud and heavy, like the world had narrowed down to this moment, to this man. I pulled the zipper down halfway before I paused, frozen.
Was I really doing this?
Was I really about to put another man’s c**k in my mouth?
My head spun. Everything inside me felt disarranged. My thoughts, my words, my actions, it's as if they weren’t me.
My heart pounded violently, heat coiling low in my belly as my thoughts spiraled. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who dropped to her knees, let a man talk to her like she was his new favourite toy, beg to be used, to be f****d, to be ruined.
I glanced up. His blue eyes were watching me, curious and dark, studying every flicker of
