47: Born Ready

ADRIANA

My eyes snapped open and I sat up from the bed with a start. My heart pounded in my chest. My breaths coming out in short pants.

A surge of anger barred through me, my rage simmering and replacing the initial confusion I had felt when I woke up.

The fall of Xander, everywhere, was vivid and unwelcome as it lingered in my head. And my body, still pulsating from the orgasm that felt as real as the man who had caused it, made me even angrier.

The tingling in my core felt like an unwelcome intrusion. As well as the wetness I could still feel messing the inside of my thighs. I was starting to worry the bed would have a wet spot if I dared move. So I stayed still, glaring at the wall where the events happened.

Frustration pulsed through my veins. I couldn’t shake the irritation that accompanied thoughts of Xander intruding on my subconscious. And my body’s own betrayal for falling for his every trick at a whim.

I’m still reeling in my anger when my door is pushed open and mother wal