I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror the next morning.

The girl staring back had bruised lips, love marks blooming along her collarbone, and eyes that looked like she’d seen something dark… and wanted more.

I should’ve felt ashamed.

But all I felt was empty without them.

Their scent still clung to me. Ivy’s perfume. Dominic’s cologne. My skin remembered everything—the grip of his fingers, the silk of her thighs, the ache between my legs. I had given them my body. My ...