Every person I passed could probably smell it on me.
Could probably smell him.
Could probably tell I’d been played with and left unfinished.
And yet all I could think was. Damon.
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The music got quieter the higher I climbed. Or maybe it was just getting drowned out by the pounding of my own heart. I could feel it thudding in my throat, in my cunt, in every f*****g nerve ending that was already oversensitized.
Red light.
She said red light room.
I stopped outside the third door on the right. My hand hovered over the knob.
My chest was rising and falling too fast. I could smell sweat, s*x, something disgusting. My skin prickled. The scent was thick enough to taste.
I swallowed and opened the door.
What I saw?
Fucking hell.
I walked straight into a f*****g porn scene.
My brain
