-POV Derby
The gala continued downstairs like nothing had happened.
But upstairs, in that private lounge, everything had changed.
Jordan was still buried deep inside me, breathing hard against my neck, his c*m slowly dripping down my thighs.
I felt raw. Exposed. Terrified.
Because for the first time, it didn’t feel like just s*x.
It felt like a confession.
He finally pulled out slowly, then turned me around to face him. His hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing away the tears I didn’t realize had fallen.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered, voice rough. “Not after that.”
I laughed bitterly, still trembling.
“How am I supposed to stop?” My voice cracked. “Every time you touch me, I fall deeper. Every time you leave, I break. I can’t keep being the girl you f**k in secret while you go home t
