My fingers were still shiny with my own slick when the three soft knocks came.
I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat, my c**t, the tips of my ears. The last message still glowed on the screen.
Anonymous: unlock your door, Alessia. I’m already outside.
It had to be a joke. A coincidence. Some cruel trick of my overheated brain.
I stood on shaky legs, wiped my hand on the sheets, and crossed the room. My pulse was a frantic drum. I turned the lock.
The door opened.
Marcus stood there.
Same black T-shirt from dinner. Same dark eyes. Same mouth that had just been typing every filthy word that made me come. He held his phone loosely at his side, the anonymous chat still open on the screen.
The air left my lungs in a single broken sound.
