Chapter Thrity-One

Valerie woke the next morning, her pussy sore as hell from where Nick fucked her. She could still feel where he spanked her, as well, and just knew there had to be bruises dotting her backside.

After sliding out of bed, she went to the bathroom, turning so she could look at his handiwork in the mirror. Sure enough, there were dark bruises popping up on her flesh, a couple in the shape of his hand. Reaching around, she pushed on a couple of the bruises, pain shooting through her as she touched each spot, remembering how she thrashed on his legs as he beat her, tears streaming down her face. A groan slipped past her lips at the memory as heat pooled between her legs.

She turned on the shower and then brushed her teeth as she waited for the water to heat up. Thoughts of her night roamed through her head, especially her conversation with Damien after Nick left. It was the tenderest that Damien had spoken to her since they met. No name calling. No taunts. He had merely shar