Arabella's P.O.V

Today was the last sexual competition I would ever have to compete in. A part of me was relieved that I only had to get through this last one and then I was done, another part of me was scared and a tiny piece of me was excited.

It was a solo competition, meaning each of us would be called away whenever Hardin saw fit. He'd chosen to put me last, for whatever reason, but that just meant more time for my nerves to build.

I must have been kicking my legs, back and forth, for hours.

I sat on my bed, careful not to crease the gorgeous...