I woke up the next morning feeling completely destroyed. My p***y was swollen, red, and still leaking Zane’s thick c*m. My ass burned from his brutal spanks. My throat felt raw from choking on his c**k. Every movement reminded me of how thoroughly my bully stepbrother had ruined me.
And the worst part? I was already wet again. I tried to avoid him all day. I stayed in my room, skipping breakfast and lunch, hoping he would leave for practice. But Zane Blackwood was not a man you could hide from.
Late in the afternoon, my bedroom door slammed open. He stepped inside like he owned the place, which, in this house, he basically did. His grey eyes immediately found me curled up on my bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt.
"Still sore, little Raven?" he asked, voice dripping with mocking amu
