SERENITY

The morning light was like a sharp blade cutting through the curtains of the room. I blinked, my eyelids feeling like they were glued shut with sleep and something heavier—exhaustion.

My head throbbed with a dull, heavy ache that timed itself to the pulsing between my thighs.

I shifted, and a sharp sting of soreness shot out from my hips.

It all came rushing back in a violent flood. Last night.

Mark.

The last thing I remembered was the ceiling of that club room spinning as Mark arched over me, his face a mask of dark triumph as he emptied himself inside me. I must have blacked out. The...