He walked out, leaving the door still half-open. I stayed on my knees, trembling, cunt throbbing, listening to him praise my sister’s dress in the next room. The same hands that had just held my head down were now adjusting the strap of her gown. The same cock that had just used my throat was going to be inside her later tonight if she let him.

I hated her for it. I hated myself more.

When he finally came back, Mia was still in the bedroom, chatting on the phone to her bridesmaid. Ronan closed the bathroom door this time, locked it, and looked at me like he owned every...