Clara’s POV

The next day, I woke to a very sore and needy pussy. I needed a release badly, and Ryan trading and leaving me cold wasn't helping the situation at all.  

How long would he keep doing me  like this?

I groaned a cuss word and headed to my bathroom. I looked at my pale face in the mirror and noticed how rough I looked. My eyes trailed down to my neck, and it was then I saw the hickey blooming at the side of my neck. A reddish purple mark. 

It wasn't there last night before I went to bed or even in the morning.

Did that– did...