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Chapter eleven

Author: Stillwater
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-21 23:54:32

Lydia's POV

I ran out through the side door of the school, cool night air hitting my hot face. My legs were not stable and they were shaky like I had just run a marathon or been fucked into next week.

I was sensitive to everything. Sensitive to the sensation of my skirt clinging to my thighs, sticky with him. His cum and my sweat. My aching wrists where his tie had bound them together.

I put a hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat. It wouldn’t stop racing at the thought that someone could have heard us, heard what I have become in the span of a few nights.

The memory of his growl echoed in my head. “My good little slut.”

I shivered and closed my eyes, wishing that ignoring it would take it off my mind. But I was wrong. Night two, and already I was in ruins for him. The mere thought of it disgusted me and I wanted it again, the way I hadn't the first time.

I reached my car, and my phone was vibrating in my pocket. I felt around for it, my fingers numb, my breathing still harsh. His n
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