JESS'S POV

It's been two days, and I still can't sit properly without wincing at the burn.

My pussy was still tender and puffy, my body buzzing anytime I rubbed my thighs together.

Every step I took reminded me of how he humiliated me on the dining table, slapping my pussy raw.

Blane acted like nothing ever happened. He walked past me in the hallway like he couldn't even see me.

When we ate breakfast together, he called me "princess" in that mocking tone asking me to pass him the orange juice.

Sitting at a table he made me squirt my insides out.

I wanted to claw his eyes out,...