The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every step I took, every time I sat down, I felt the ache he left inside me. My body was still humming from how rough he had been, how shamelessly he took me like I was already his to use whenever he wanted.
I thought it was over—just some crazy mistake we both agreed to keep secret. But the way he looked at me last night… no, he wasn’t done.
I should have stayed away. Instead, I found myself walking down the hall to his room. My pulse pounded in my throat, my knees weak, but something darker pushed me forward.
I knocked once.
The door swung open immediately, like he had been waiting.
His eyes locked on me, sharp and knowing, dragging over the shirt that barely covered my thighs. His lips curved into that dangerous grin that made my stom
