Bella lay on her bed, staring at the cracked stone ceiling of the dorm room while Molly sprawled on hers, scrolling through her phone. The memory of last night refused to fade — Collins dragging her out of the party, ripping her red dress to shreds in that isolated cabin, f*****g her raw on that old wooden table until she was sobbing his name and leaking his c*m down her thighs.
Her body still ached in the best and worst ways. Every shift of her hips reminded her how deep he’d been, how full he’d left her.
She couldn’t keep doing this.
The secrecy, the constant fear of getting caught, the way he disappeared right after claiming her like she was nothing more than a dirty secret… it was tearing her apart. She was twenty, freshly shifted, stuck at this academy for who knew how long, and sh
