How did we change?

EMILY

My breast felt like they were on fire, my nipples hurt and my pussy felt branded. I remembered every moment of it, even actively participating.

Shame crept up my face. I didn’t like the man, yet I willingly fucked him. His words played in my head again. “Are you wet?” Just the sight of him in the pool, angry and thinking I was drowning had turned me on. I was soaked even before I stepped out of the water. I had pressed my breast to his chest, begging him to touch me. I wanted sex last night as much as he did.

What I didn’t like was how he was gentle afterward. I loved the first round where we fucked like animals, with my back against the wall and his length inside me, the bites, the spanks.

But the second, it made me feel like we were a real married couple. False hopes.

I slid out of Alexandro's sleepy hold but my feet had barely touched the floor when he scooped me back to the bed. My whole body froze in alarm.

I couldn’t handle daylight sex with Alexandro, to see his face and