Kira’s POV
I couldn’t even look at him. Shame and anger rolled off me in massive waves.
Every step away from that river felt like dragging chains.
My body was screaming reminders at me…sore thighs, aching hips, the ghost of his hands still burned into my skin. I could still feel him…every thick inch, every thrust, every time he’d growled my name like I was the only thing keeping him alive.
I hated it.
And I hated myself more for it.
How did I let this happen? How did I go from hating his guts to begging for more, nails raking down his back, mouth open in a gasp as I arched on top of him, head thrown back while he drove into me like the world was ending?
I slept with the enemy. The man who rejected Abby for years. The man who watched her break and did nothing.
Was I drugged? Possess
