I couldn’t stop thinking about Lauren Reed, I was done for. Not just hard for her but Obsessed. The kind of want that sits heavy in your chest and makes every breath feel tight.
I’d jerked off three times last night replaying it: the way she gasped when I first slammed inside her, the way her p***y clenched like it never wanted to let me go, the way she sobbed my name—Viktor—like a prayer while I filled her up.
But it wasn’t just the f*****g.
It was her.
The soft laugh she gave when a shy kid answered correctly.
The way she tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear when she was nervous.
The faint freckles across her nose that only showed up close.
I adored her. Completely. Stupidly. And I hated how much power that gave her over me even though she didn’t know it y
