Chapter 78: I never want to have sex again

Larissa's viewpoint

Ah. I'm dead. My God will punish Zayne.

I limped into the house after he dropped me off and took my car to get it washed. He first took me to his penthouse to change clothes but he couldn't get me new legs and waist. My pussy is ruined. The bastard took me again in the shower after making me pass out twice in the car.

I am finished.

I froze when I saw Tristan sitting on the couch, the TV remote in his hand. A girl sat beside him and they both looked at me puzzledly. "Sis, are you alright? I didn't hear your car drive in," oh God, not him.

I smiled nervously. "Zayne dropped me off and took my car for a wash,"

"You're coming back at this time? And why are you limping?" He furrowed his brows suspiciously. I quickly cooked up a lie, forgetting that with Tristan, I could never succeed.

"I slipped when I was trying to murder someone who threw a ball at me,"

"The smell of your lie is disgusting. Talk or I rat you out to Dad," I grumbled but a giggle made me stop. It was t