LANA
I sat on the edge of my bed in the dark, staring at the letter I had written and rewritten three times. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Even though I had planned exactly what I was going to say to Mom when she got home, the moment I heard her car pull up, every word disappeared from my head. I couldn’t go downstairs. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. Not after what I had done. Not after I had let her husband f**k me senseless on his desk, against the wall, on the floor covered in his c*m and still begging for more.
Did I regret it? No. Not even a little. If Dominic walked into my room right now and told me to spread my legs, I would gladly do it again without hesitation. I would ride him, choke on him, let him ruin me over and over. My body still ached in the best way, and every tim
