Chapter 43 - A lot of things

Viviane

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I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck—or maybe run over by one, dragged along the asphalt, then hit again for good measure.

Every muscle in my body ached, a deep, satisfying soreness that radiated from my thighs all the way to my shoulders.

I didn’t need a mirror to know there were probably bruises blooming across my skin like some messed-up form of art. The burn between my legs was the most potent reminder of last night. Ghost had taken me apart piece by piece, left me raw in the best, most brutal way.

But as my eyes fluttered open, the confusion set in. My room? How the hell did I get back here?

I shifted under the sheets, realizing I was completely naked, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of Ghost's rough touch.

The sheets clung to my skin, sticky with sweat, and the faint scent of him still hung in the air like a ghostly reminder.

I scanned the room, my brain piecing together fragments of the night. I remembered his hands on me, the weight