Elena’s POV

I showed up the next night already wrecked.

I’d spent the whole day in a haze. Classes blurred past, lunch tasted like nothing, my roommate asked why I kept zoning out. My clit hadn’t stopped throbbing since Marcus left me strapped to the leg press, empty and dripping. Every time I sat down or crossed my legs I felt the ghost of his cock stretching me, the way he’d pulled out right when I was about to shatter. I’d showered twice, changed three times, but nothing helped. My leggings were damp before I even left the apartment. I wore the same cropped tank and high waisted shorts, black...