ANNABEL
I was in my room. The driver dropped me off hours ago, and I couldn’t stop the giggle slipping from my throat. My p***y was still dripping, soaked from the wild, f*****g insane s*x I just had. The driver came to get me, and honest to god, I didn’t want to leave.
I still couldn’t believe it. My ex-boyfriend called me boring, said my p***y was dry like f*****g sandpaper, told me I needed a whole lubricant check. We never really had s*x—I wouldn’t even call that s**t s*x. But here I was, cumming twice under Damon’s dark, burning gaze, sucking his c**k like a desperate, filthy slut.
My phone beeped. I grinned at the caller ID. My mother. Almost a week since we talked.
“Mother,” I whispered, joy sparking in my chest. Today couldn’t get any f*****g better.
“You sound so happy,” she
