I woke to the brutal clarity of sunlight flooding the room, the same offensively cheerful light that had greeted me yesterday. Except today, the cheer felt like a mockery.
I turned over in the bed, reaching out a hand, expecting to feel the heavy warmth of his body next to mine.
The sheet was cool. The bed was empty.
Last night felt distant, surreal, like a fever dream. Had it even happened?
But then I shifted my legs, and the sharp, undeniable pain in my bodyand the intimate ache in my v****a sent a searing wave of reality through me. It had happened. It was real. Fabio had f****d me silly. And my body was paying the physical price of the 'fury' I had unleashed.
I forced myself to sit up, groaning slightly as the muscles in my core protested. I was a mess of bruises and soreness.
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