Chapter 6

I stormed into the kitchen, my mind reeling from the encounter with my supposed “uncle”. My body still hummed with pleasure, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of being utterly vulnerable

It took a while for my wandering mind to return to decorum. I would have though I’d imagined the whole thing if it wasn’t for the lingering scent of spice in the air and my soaked panties.

My breath came out in short pants as I stared at the door he had just walked out of moments ago, wondering how a person I barely knew could know my body more than I did myself, and it scared me greatly.

My pussy pulsated, and I clenched my thighs shut to create a bit of friction.

“Get a fucking grip, Elly,” I snapped at myself.

I managed to keep all thoughts out of my head, although some were more persistent than others, as I made food, but my breath came out in short pants, and my hands shook as I cracked eggs into the pan.

I ate in silence, but a few minutes later, the door was thrown open, and I scowled. I al