Ellie’s POV

I walked back into the reception with his cum still leaking down my thigh and the torn silk of my dress brushing against my bare skin with every step.

No one seemed to notice. The lights were low, people were drunk, and Claire was in the middle of the dance floor laughing with her new husband. I pinned the worst of the tear with a safety pin I stole from the gift table and prayed it would hold. My panties were still somewhere on the floor of that dark room. Every time I moved I felt the slow trickle of his cum sliding down my inner thigh. It...