~SCARLETT.

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at the phone clutched in my hands, my thumb hovering over the only name saved in it:

Master Liam.

After spending what felt like twenty agonizing minutes crumpled on the floor, trying to make sense of everything I had witnessed, and worse, why I had enjoyed it, I finally forced myself up.

How could I even explain it?

How could I explain why my body reacted the way it did, watching a man get pounded into with such raw brutality?

I wasn't someone who liked being taken from the ass. I never had been. Hell, I hadn't even thought...