I lay awake long after Rocco’s breathing deepened into sleep, the note from Viktor still folded tight in my fist under the pillow. The words burned against my skin.
My cunt throbbed in answer—still tender from the careful way Rocco had f****d me, still aching for the brutal stretch of the man who had taken me first. The little smear of pink Rocco had wiped away felt like the most delicious lie I had ever told with my body. He believed he had been the one to open me. He had looked so proud. So certain.
I closed my eyes and replayed the way Viktor’s fingers had worked inside me in the dining room only hours earlier, how he had made me come standing up while my new husband waited upstairs. The memory made fresh wetness slide between my thighs. I pressed them together and bit my lip to stay
