al

h in the secretary's antechamber, the torn dress from last night st

n ways I didn'

t, a filthy reminder of how Roman had stretched me open, how my pussy

sed my thighs together, hating the fre

I had nowhere else to go. My parents had thrown me away. Timothy had rejected me and walked off with my best friend. The home we shared was

loor grew quiet again did I creep out to my desk outside his office. My hair was a tangled disaster. T

s calling me now - a cheap, ruined who

evator

ammered in

ence that made the air feel heavier. His eyes landed on me and dragged slowly down my body, over my messy hair, the torn fa

throbbed traitorously, a rush of wetness slicking my thighs. I hated my

nothing

out a golden credit card, and flick

id, voice icy and laced with disgust. The

tting fucked and thrown away," he added. "Fix it be

ds shook as I bent down and picked up the card from the floor. I wanted to throw it back in his face.

yself for

him ev

r word and disappeared into his off

rage and shame twisting inside me. Then I grabbed my phone and le

ispers and laughter follow

ne who got caught na

cted her so fa

r. Still sme

m didn't even bother hiding it. My face burned, but I d

stepped out into the cold mountain air and caugh

hes that woul

avage to torment. Pencil skirts that hugged my ass and thighs like a se

oast, coffee, because my stomach had been empty since the nightmare began. I ne

looked like a different woman. Professio

ock on his

start my game, ready to see

e in the

her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He was fucking her hard from behind, de

skin slapping skin filling the quiet office. One of his hands fisted her hair, yanki

ed. His dark

dn't

e he wanted me to watch every brutal inch. Like he wanted me to feel it. His j

ed through me so strong my knees almost gave out. My nipples tighten

ong, massive cock stretched me. That brutal rhythm, the wa

ling, chest tight,

ing this

ly my body wanted to be the on