CHAPTER 35: FRIEND OR CAGED

~ MARIA BELGRAVE ~

I closed my bedroom door and for the first time today; I was alone. Whatever that drug was, it still ran through my body, and it’s not fair. I groaned as I felt how much I wanted to feel David’s touch again. It’s not only about his touch. There’s more to it. Damn it. I wanted him to take me, and I didn’t want him to be gentle, either.

My bare thighs clenched together, pressing against my needy core. Alone now, I could cradle my throbbing mound and touch my desperate clit. I ignored the sound of my purse as it landed on the carpet beside me, and I moaned as I tried to calm the ache with a simple touch. It wouldn’t be enough. I knew that. The drug ensured my prolonged dissatisfaction. It’s not insidious. My satisfaction would only come from David’s lack of satisfaction. He’d drunk from the same glass as I had.

I picked up my purse and headed for my bed. I walked out of my shoes as I headed there. My dress slid down my body o