Sky shifted restlessly in the bed, golden sunlight spilling through the curtains, painting her bare skin in a soft glow  but there was nothing soft about the ache between her thighs. Every pulse of soreness was a dirty memory carved into her flesh.

Her legs clenched, and a soft, helpless whimper escaped her lips. Her body didn’t forget the way Xavier broke her open last night.

She could still feel the bruises of his hands on her hips, the ghost of his teeth on her throat, the stretch of his cock filling her so deep she forgot how to breathe.

She rolled over, hand reaching for him — but the...