Clair’s POV My thighs still throbbed, each pulse dragging back the fresh, hot memories of his wild, consuming touches. The way he had spread my legs apart, commanding every inch of me as he drove roughly into my body, had been both terrifying and devastatingly satisfying. And yet I hate him, hate that if I could go back to that moment, I would have thrown his money in his arrogant face. Instead, I’d clung to him shamelessly, tightening my arms around a stranger who bought my first time, silently begging him not to stop the way his lips traced fire along my neck. Shame burned through me, but so did the memory of wanting him, wanting every reckless second. “It’s all over now Mum. You’ll live, I promise.” I murmured the words as I twisted open the knob to our apartment. Darkness swallowed the space, and the faint rays filtering through the blinds sent a strange, uneasy shiver crawling across my skin. The underground club had been like this too, dim, cold, heavy with secrets. Excep
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