I woke up already wet.

The second my eyes opened I felt it — the sticky reminder of last night still coating the insides of my thighs, the faint ache in my throat, the bruises on my hips that would be purple by afternoon. My cunt throbbed like it had its own memory. I pressed my legs together and the leftover mess of Ronan’s come squelched softly. Disgusting. I did it again just to feel it.

Mia’s soft snoring came through the wall. Perfect, peaceful Mia who had gone to bed thinking her fiancé was the most attentive man alive. She had no idea he’d spent half the night turning...