Chapter 4The silk robe I wore lies discarded on the floor, useless now, just like the promises I once made to myself, “I’ll survive, I’ll endure, I’ll never break.” But I did break. I broke the moment Rodriguez’s fingers traced the bruises Escobar left on my ribs, the moment his voice wrapped around me like a vow.I unfurl my fingers, smoothing the crumpled paper against my thigh. Midnight. East gate. Alone. My pussy still throbs from the orgasm I forced out of myself, my clit raw from rubbing it too hard, too fast, imagining it was his teeth, his fingers, his cock stretching me open instead of my own trembling hand. The shame of it coils in my gut, but the hunger doesn’t fade. If anything, it’s worse now, gnawing at me, a live thing under my skin.First, I need leverage.I move to the vanity, my reflection a mess of swollen lips, dark smudges under my eyes, and the angry purple bruise blooming along my collarbone where Escobar’s fingers dug in. I turn my head, exposing the olde
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