At that point, I didn’t care why she was here. I just wanted to get fucked.

I wanted him to ruin me… the way he’d promised with every glance, every command, every punishing swipe of his palm. My body was on fire, my thoughts were wrecked. My soaked panties lay forgotten on the cold kitchen tile, and all I could think was please, just take me already.

“Strip,” he said… not a request.

I obeyed without blinking. My fingers moved fast, unbuttoning the rest of my blouse, ...