MAYA
I couldn’t sit still.
I was curled up on the living room couch under a thin blanket, legs tucked beneath me, but my mind kept replaying every single word Tristan had said this morning.
“You’re not going anywhere without my permission.”
“I’m not keeping an eye on you for your parents… but for myself.”
“Keep that needy cunt under control.”
Every time those words echoed in my head, a fresh wave of heat rushed between my thighs. I was soaked. Again. Just from thinking about him. God, I was pathetic.
Tristan had left for some meeting right after lunch. I’d been alone in this huge house since noon, and the silence was making everything worse.
I kept remembering last night. His thick, long fingers stretching my virgin p***y, the way my walls had clenched around him so desperately,
