Violet's POV

I took the notebook with shaking hands, my body vibrating from the erratic pressure.

My knees ached against the office carpet. More of it leaked out of me in a slow, steady trail down my inner thighs, reminding me with every second how thoroughly he'd already used me. I could smell sex in the air—mine, his, the mix of us. My blouse stuck to my back with sweat. My clit throbbed, oversensitive and still needy even after everything he'd done to it.

I opened to the final stained page and forced my voice to work.

"I want you to ruin me so thoroughly that I can't pretend afterward....