The sounds went on forever.
Longer than the other nights.
Loud like he was trying to f*****g bury the sounds deep in my head.
I had my headphones volume maxed, but I could still feel it. I could feel everything. The crackling of the bed frame. The girl's moans getting louder and sharper, moaning his name loud like a depraved b***h. I could hear his' too. His low growl and moans. The wet slap of skin on skin. The headboard slamming against the wall in a beat that matched my heartbeat.
He was proving a point.
And the point was: I don't want you.
Mission f*****g accomplished.
I couldn't stay in that bed.
I couldn't just lie there with my thighs clenching and my p***y throbbing and my chest cracking open while he f****d someone in the next room from mine. The anger in me was hot, fla
