Chapter 3A soft hum of contentment moved through my chest. I let my head fall back against the headrest. The worn fabric felt cool against my flushed skin. Every muscle felt loose and used in the best way. A dull, pleasant ache throbbed between my legs, sticky with the mess he’d left inside me. My fingers, still a little shaky, reached for the gear shift. I was ready to put this part of the night behind me and drive home to my Hello Kitty room.My hand had just brushed the plastic when the driver’s side door was yanked open.I jumped. A sharp gasp caught in my throat. He stood there, a dark shape blocking the weak parking lot light. The client. He wasn’t supposed to still be here. He was supposed to be gone. But there he was, face hard to read in the shadows, presence heavy in the small space of my car.Before I could say anything, ask or protest, anything, his hand shot out. He didn’t ask. He didn’t speak. Thick fingers wrapped around my upper arm and hauled me out of the seat. My
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