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“I told you I’d have you begging in no time,” I remind her, my voice low, taunting, cruel.

Her expression shifts instantly, rage flickering behind her eyes as she realizes I’m done, that I’m leaving her like this. All wet. All needy. All mine.

She scrambles to fix herself, yanking her skirt down, wiping the sweat from her brow, her eyes burning holes through me.

But I’ve already turned my back.

I toss the belt casually over my shoulder and head for the door, leaving her in that room with fifteen minutes left on the clock, fifteen minutes to sit in that soaked little cunt and think about me.

“Don’t be late next time,” I throw over my shoulder, my voice full of wicked amusement.

Her silence is loud. Her hatred is louder. But underneath that?

She wants more.

And fuck, so do I.

But first?

I need a cold fucking shower.

Chapter Twelve

Serena

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The shame creeps in like poison under my skin, hot and crawling, sinking deep into my bones. I can still feel his touch. His belt. His fucking fingers.

Gosh.

My cheeks are burning, my legs still shaking as I try to catch my breath. My hands tremble as I fix my skirt and smooth down my blouse, but nothing can fix what just happened. Nothing can undo the fact that I begged him, begged, to make me come, and he walked away.

Smirking.

Proud.

Like this was just some twisted game he’s winning, and I was the fool whonever stood a chance.

How did I let this happen?

What was I thinking? Was I even thinking at all?

No, I was moaning. Grinding against him like a freaking animal. Letting him spank me until I was breathless and soaked, clenching around his fingers like I was already his. And then he left. Just like that.

No release.

No mercy.

Just a reminder: I told you I’d have you begging in no time.

And Gosh, he was right.

I feel sick.

I pull out my compact and try to fix my makeup, my lipstick smudged, my mascara slightly smeared under my eyes. I fluff my hair back into place, but it’s hopeless. I look like I’ve been fucked.

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