Lorelei’s POV
Saturday morning light filtered through my bedroom curtains, soft and completely out of place against the way my body felt.
I woke slowly, every inch of me aching as if my body was fighting against the simple act of moving. A low, broken groan slipped from my throat as I tried to shift beneath the sheets. My ass burned, the red handprints Sinclair had left during yesterday’s “briefings” still throbbing with heat against my skin.
My p***y felt swollen and tender, a deep, lingering ache settling inside from the relentless pounding it had taken. Every movement pulled me back into the memory of what had happened, of how far I had been pushed while pretending for the camera.
My ass… God, my ass felt stretched and sore, the pain refusing to fade, leaving behind reminders of the
