"Scarlet’s POV"

I couldn’t take it anymore.

After leaving Louis in the kitchen, my body was on fire. My pussy throbbed with an ache I couldn’t ignore. I had spent nearly an hour in bed with my legs spread wide, desperately fucking myself with three fingers while moaning his name into the pillow.

“Louis… oh god, Louis…” But no matter how deep I thrust or how fast I rubbed my swollen clit, it wasn’t enough.

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I needed him. I needed the man my mother had married.

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Quietly, I slipped out of bed, heart hammering. I wore only an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath. My hard nipples poked obviously...