"What did you do to them?" Cara asked. "Tell me."
I blew out a breath, still refusing to meet her eyes.
"Not sure," I mumbled, ashamed. "All I really know is I went too rough. Hurt one girl's throat so badly she had my handprint bruised around her neck. The other girl had a busted-up face from me having her bent over with her face pushed into a desk. I don't really know what happened."
"That sounds hot," she breathed out.
I looked up to see Cara flushed. Her eyes were darker and she was breathing harder. She was turned on. But by what? Because of what I did to those girls?
"Let's go back there tonight. Together," she suggested. "I want my p****y ate."
"I don't like sharing you," I stated, frowning.
"Well, it's either that you share me, or you don't get me at all," she replied, turni
