Clara’s POV
The next day, I woke to a very sore and needy p***y. I needed a release badly, and Ryan trading and leaving me cold wasn't helping the situation at all.
How long would he keep doing me like this?
I groaned a cuss word and headed to my bathroom. I looked at my pale face in the mirror and noticed how rough I looked. My eyes trailed down to my neck, and it was then I saw the hickey blooming at the side of my neck. A reddish purple mark.
It wasn't there last night before I went to bed or even in the morning.
Did that– did that mean that Ryan had actually entered my room last night?
So it wasn't a dream.
My cunt throbbed from the realization. Ryan had come to my room, and almost f****d me. He must have not been able to resist me.
Oh this was such good news. It meant I wa
