The Lie
Diana’s Pov
Morning light slipped through the curtains. The storm had passed sometime in the night, leaving only the drip of rain from the roof. My body felt heavy, used, deliciously sore. Elijah ’s arm was still heavy across my waist. His cocksoft nowwas pressed against my ass like it belonged there.
I stared at the ceiling. Tried to count the cracks in the plaster. Anything to avoid thinking about last night. About how many times I came on him. About how full I felt when he spilled inside me again and again.
I needed to get out. Needed air. Needed to think.
I shifted slowly. His arm tightened.
“Where are you going?” His voice was rough with sleep. It sounds Sexy yet Dangerous.
“Bathroom,” I lied.
He let me go. But his eyes followed me as I slipped out of bed. Naked and M
