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SKYLAR
Initial double penetration was not what I’d expected.
Those smutty romance novels were lies wrapped up in rainbows and heart-shaped clouds of stark, painful reality.
It felt like Rhett had shoved his fist up my backside even though it was only three of his fingers. His d**k, I knew, would stretch me beyond even those.
Ashton licked into my mouth, trying to distract me, but I couldn’t take my focus off the man behind me—or the memory of his walking out on me mid-conversation in the kitchen as I’d poured my heart out to him.
Zero damn regard or sense of human decency lay inside his heart in that moment, and I felt like a waste of his time.
Had it not been for my connection with Ashton, for the bond that had settled into place between us, I’d have packed up my s**t and left.
