SYDNEY’S POV
I couldn't remember how I ended up on the bed with Dylan last night… Or maybe I did, I just didn't want to recall it, I couldn't. I feel sore all over. And right now, all I feel is extreme tiredness and a gnawing hunger.
Dylan f*****g whoever he really was, was a greedy and insatiable man. It only took not more than twenty minutes after pulling away from me for him to get on top of me again. He kept grinding me like he was some beast, ordering me to keep telling him I loved him. What type of psycho was that?
I actually wished the gnawing hunger was related to my tiredness or even a little something to do with it but no. The louder my cries and fake moans mixed with his loud grunts got, the higher my hatred for him heightened. My hunger for revenge was making me star
