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I couldn’t sleep.
My heart hadn’t stopped racing since Royce left the kitchen earlier that morning.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him standing in my doorway, watching me with that dark, hungry look while my fingers were buried inside my p***y. The humiliation burned.
It was past midnight when my bedroom door creaked open.
Royce slipped inside quietly and locked the door behind him. He was shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide how hard he already was.
“Royce…” I whispered, sitting up in bed.
He crossed the room in two strides, climbed onto my bed, and pushed me back down onto the mattress. His big body covered mine as he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand.
“Mom and Dad are right down the hall. We can’t...”
He didn’t let me finish.
