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The next morning, I could barely walk straight.
My p***y was still sore and swollen from the way Royce had drilled me the night before. Every step sent a sharp reminder through my body — the ache between my legs, the bruises on my hips from his grip, the faint handprints on my ass hidden under my clothes.
I came downstairs wearing a loose sweater and leggings, hoping it would hide everything. My face was flushed, my hair messy. I felt like everyone could see what I had done.
Mom and Dad were already at the breakfast table, chatting happily about their plans for the day. Royce was sitting across from my usual seat, looking perfectly calm and composed in a black t-shirt that hugged his muscular arms. His eyes met mine the moment I entered the room, and the corner of his mouth tw
