ZAYLA

I hate Ziven. God, I hate him so much!

My legs wobbled as I made my way down the hallway that led to my room. My thighs were sticky from my slick and my core throbbed. Each shaky step was a reminder of his touch, how much power he had over me and how easily he could make me yield. A reminder of how much of a victim I am to my own body and its betrayal.

I was so mad at myself, but it wouldn't change anything. Can't even change the fact that I was fingered by this man and it felt so good I was on the...