“You—your moans are disturbing me!” she shouted. “I can’t even cry in peace without hearing you getting railed through the f*****g wall like a b***h in heat!”
I buried my face in the sheets and sobbed.
Not from pain.
From shame.
Because I was a b***h in heat. I was still clenching. I was still leaking. I was still twitching around Damon’s knot and thinking about how it had felt when he slammed in deep and told me I was his. And the worst part? I liked that she could hear it. I liked that she knew.
Because I wanted her to know what it sounded like when her father made me come so hard I forgot who I was.
“Keep f*****g quiet,” she snapped again, pounding the door one more time. “Because if I hear one more moan come out of your mouth, I swear to God I’m kicking this door open and draggin
