~SARA~
Dawn comes too quickly.
The burn of sun rays on my face and the smell of something delicious baking wakes me up from sleep.
I stir and open my eyes slowly, every part of me melting in exhaustion.
Everything hurts.
My mouth.
My throat.
The part between my legs.
Alex had the energy of a horse. A horse on aphrodisiacs, if you ask me.
Three rounds.
Three rounds of wildness and obscenity.
Of bodies colliding. Of rough sounds. Of sweat, saliva, moans, and filthy words.
He took me hard. Over and over. Finding places inside me I didn’t know existed and breaking me open there. And I—shamefully—I answered him every time, crying out, begging for more.
I hate myself for it.
I should feel disgusted.
I should feel used.
But my body doesn’t agree.
Instead, a dangerous thought slip
