“I… I hated it,” I gasped, my voice breaking as his fingers worked my clit through the soaked thong. “I wanted it to be you. I hate you so much… but I wanted your cock. I wanted you to be the one touching me, fucking me, owning me.”

He smiled, dark and victorious, and yanked my thong aside with one rough tug, the thin lace digging into my skin for a split second before he pushed two thick fingers deep inside my soaked pussy without warning.

I gasped sharply, my back arching against the cold bathroom wall as his fingers stretched me open in one smooth, possessive thrust. The sudden...