ALICE

The next morning, I woke up in the guest room with dried cum crusted on my thighs and a deep, aching soreness between my legs. Dominic had fucked me three more times during the night — once in the shower, once bent over the bathroom counter, and once while I cried into his wife’s pillow. I felt disgusting. Used. Like a cheap whore who had thrown away every bit of self-respect.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My neck had hickeys. My wrists had faint bruises from where he’d held me down. Worst of all, my pussy was still leaking his cum.

“I have to stop this,” I...