The knock came again softly, but it felt like a hammer against my chest.
“Lila? I said we need to talk,” she repeated, sounding a little more stern.
I was still naked, the sheets kicked to the floor, Damian’s c*m sticky on my thighs, my breasts, and my stomach, and the room smelled like us, like sweat and s*x and everything nasty we had done only minutes ago. My body was sore, used, and glowing. My p***y throbbed every time I moved, a constant reminder of how deep he’d been and how hard he’d f****d me while his girlfriend slept just down the hall.
I scrambled for a nearby robe to cover up, picking up the thin silk that barely covered anything, and tied it quickly with shaking fingers, and my legs felt like jelly as I walked back to the door.
I opened it only a few inches, and Elena s
