CHAPTER FOUR
I slammed my bedroom door last night and locked it with shaking hands. My legs still felt weak from everything Elena had done to me on the couch.
I could still taste her on my tongue. I could still hear her soft moans echoing in my head. I hated how much I wanted more.
I stripped off my clothes, crawled into bed, and tried to forget. But my hand slipped between my thighs anyway.
I came twice, biting my pillow so hard my jaw hurt, before sleep finally pulled me under.
Sunlight poured through my curtains and woke me up. My p***y was sore in the most delicious way.
I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second. Then I forced myself up, took the coldest shower I could stand, and threw on a loose tank top and shorts.
I had to go downstairs. D
