[ IRIS’S POV ]I opened my eyes to a room I didn't recognize, the air heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and jasmine. The mixture of me and Salvatore’s. The first thing I felt was the weight of a massive, heavy hand clutched tightly around my waist, pulling me back against a wall of solid muscle.I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. It was Salvatore.What am I doing here? Then, like a dam breaking, the memories of last night came flooding back. The heat, the desperate pleas, the cold metal of the car bonnet, and the way I had practically begged him to ruin me. I squeezed my eyes shut, a hot wave of shame washing over me. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.I reached for his arm, moving as slowly as possible, trying to slip out of his grasp. I held my breath, tiptoeing toward the edge of the bed, desperate to escape before he woke up and saw the embarrassment written all over my face.Suddenly, a hand clamped around my waist and yanked me back.I landed back on
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