Chapter 72

Riley

I stared at the sleek black card in my hand, chest still heaving, c.u.m slowly leaking from my wrecked asshole onto the cold marble floor.

Ian Westcliffe

Westcliffe? As in Sebastian Westcliffe? Poppy’s ridiculously hot stepdad?

No fucking way. It had to be a coincidence, right? Westcliffe wasn’t exactly the most common surname, but still…

I pushed myself up on shaky legs, grimacing as more c.u.m dribbled down my thighs. My knees were sore, my throat raw, my asshole burning like it had been fucked by a freight train. And yet my p.u.s.s.y was still throbbing, furious that it hadn’t gotten what it needed.

I wiped my...