MAYA
I couldn’t breathe.
He was real. Standing there. Flesh and blood and ink and muscle and those merciless black eyes that had already seen everything. Last night wasn’t a dream. His finger inside me. My screams. The way I’d soaked his hand and the couch and begged like I was dying for it.
He’d watched me strip in the hallway just now. Watched me drop my bra like some shameless i***t who thought she was alone. Heat exploded across my face, my chest, my thighs- shame so thick I could choke on it.
I wanted to disappear. But worse- far worse, was the traitorous pulse between my legs that hadn’t stopped since I saw him. My n*****s tightened painfully under the open air, aching for the same cruel fingers that had ruined me hours ago. My body didn’t care about shame. It only remembered hi
