Gianna’s POV

The door clicked shut behind me, and I stood in the hallway for a second, staring at the ceiling like it had betrayed me too. My skin was still buzzing, and my nipples remained pressed against the lace, my pussy still throbbing from how close I’d been to breaking him. But he didn’t break. He just stood there, his dick bulging like it was screaming for me, and told me to go. Like I was nothing. Like the way I’d stood naked in front of him, ass up and begging him to touch me, meant zero.

Disappointment hit like a slap. Not the soft kind. The kind that...