Sindy
The memories refused to leave me. They lived in my skin, in the very beat of my pulse, replaying in flashes that made my breath hitch even when I willed them away. The way he touched me, the way my body betrayed me with every shiver and surrender—it wasn’t something I could simply erase.
I had never lost myself like that. Never felt my own body rise and fall like a storm I had no control over. Each time Lorenzo had dragged me higher, I had broken a little more, my resistance chipped away by pleasure so sharp, so unrelenting, it felt like a direct assault on my will.
I told myself it was cruel. That I should fight it, despise him for knowing me so well, for bending me so easily into the shape of his desire. But how could I fight against something that made me feel alive in a way I
