HERA
I lay on my bed, staring up at the dark ceiling, my body still trembling from what had just happened.
Every inch of me felt alive, like I’d been set on fire and doused in ice all at once.
Atticus.
His hands, his mouth, the way he took me… f*****g me wth maddening fevor like he owned me—like I had no choice but to surrender.
It was maddening, infuriating, but… gods, it was the most intense s*x I've ever had.
I hated him, but I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to his every move, every brutal touch.
I clenched the sheets beneath me, my mind replaying every moment—the way his eyes darkened as he spoke dirty to me, driving himself ferociously into me like a mad man.
I moaned against my will, clutching onto him like a lifeline.
My skin still burned from where his hands h
