VEDA

Rage roared through my body until I trembled with it. It heated my face as I stomped down the hall away from Luca's room, trying doorknobs as I went, wearing only the comforter off the bed because I refused…fucking refused...to put on anything of his.

Technically, the comforter was his, too. I knew that. But since it only touched the sheets and not his bare skin, it didn't count. Or, at least, that's how I rationalized it to myself in my broken mind.

He'd left me. Just fucking left me there. But first he'd made me come harder than I ever had in my life. Then the bastard had...