Elena’s POV~
My thighs were still sticky.
The drive home had been torture. Every time I shifted in the leather seat, I could feel the ghost of Rick’s handprint burning on my ass, the memory of him hissing "Who gave you the right to touch mine?" in the parking lot making my panties damp all over again. I was floating on a cloud of forbidden lust, my mind replaying the way he almost fingered me in the car but chose not to.
I walked into the foyer, kicking off my shoes, ready to creep upstairs and relieve the tension Rick had left me with. Rick was already into the house.
But the atmosphere in the mansion was thick, and electric.
"You think you can just ignore me?!"
A shriek came from the living room, followed by the sound of glass shattering.
It was mom.
I sighed, the lust turning
