Juliette

I managed to make it into the bedroom somehow, closing the door behind me and immediately heading for the shower. I shouldn't have let him corner me. Shouldn't have let him touch me between my legs. Because now I was a storm of emotions; anger, hurt, lust. Especially lust, I thought, recalling how easily he'd sank his fingers in my pussy.

The water was hot as I stepped into the shower. Too hot. My skin burned, but not enough to distract me from my hardened nipples, or swollen clit. ...