“You were passed out, yes. But not completely useless. I made sure of that.”
I looked up at her. I was stunned.
She leaned closer. Her lips curled in a twisted smile. “I tracked my cycle, Kael. I knew the exact day I was fertile. That’s the night I invited you out. I poured drink after drink. You were too proud to say no.”
My fists clenched under the table. I felt like I was going to throw up.
“Then,” she continued, her voice like poison, “I took you to a small hostel. Just for a few hours. You were out cold, but I was ready. I gave you a little injection. It was nothing harmful, just something to keep you hard.”
My eyes widened. Horror flooded me.
“And then?” she said, her eyes glinting. “I rode you. Again and again. It was fun, Kael. So much fun. You moaned, even if you don’t remem
