Natalia
I woke up to the warm sensation of sunlight streaming through the curtains. And for a brief, blissful moment, I thought I was back in my own bed in Ashmoor.
And then my eyes opened and took in the familiar-yet-unfamiliar surroundings, and it all came rushing back.
The banquet. The drugs. My public confession.
And Andrei. Goddess, Andrei.
The memory of his hands on my body, his mouth on mine, his c**k inside of me—it all hit me at once like a car barreling into me at full speed, and I bolted upright, clutching the sheets to my bare chest.
What the f**k had I done?
I glanced around frantically, relieved when I found that the other side of the bed was empty. In fact, it looked completely untouched, which meant he likely hadn’t slept with me last night. Somehow, the thought of h
