Viktor
I lay on my bed after Scarlett rushed out, staring at the ceiling in the dark. My body was still buzzing from the kiss, from the way she had looked at me when I took my hoodie off, from the heat of her thighs around my hips. But now the room felt too quiet, too empty.
She had pushed me away.
The rejection stung more than I wanted to admit. I wanted her so badly — both as Scarlett and as Red Fox. I wanted to keep kissing her, to touch her, to finally show her the side of me I’d been hiding. But she was drunk, and I didn’t want to be the guy who took advantage of that.
I reached for my phone, thumb hovering over the Sensual app. A private session with Red Fox would help. It always did. I could lose myself in her voice, her body on the screen, and forget the sting of being pushed a
