Elena’s POV
I arrived at the gym soaked before I even stepped inside.
The drive over had been torture. Every bump in the road rubbed my c**t against the seam of my shorts. Every red light made me press my thighs together harder, trying to ease the ache without giving in. I’d changed into fresh leggings and a sports bra at home, but the fabric was already clinging between my legs by the time I parked. My n*****s were hard under the thin material, visible even through the hoodie I’d thrown on to hide them. I felt ridiculous, desperate, like my body had decided it belonged to Marcus now and wouldn’t listen to me anymore.
The front door was unlocked.
The main floor lights were off, only the emergency strips glowing along the baseboards.
Marcus was waiting in the private training roo
