The second the game ended, Vivian shot up.
She needed air. Needed to breathe. Needed to stop feeling like Christopher still had his f*****g hands on her even when he didn’t.
Her thighs were still trembling, her body still wrecked from Christopher’s game, when she stumbled into the hallway.
But as soon as she stepped out into the dark hallway.
Christopher was on her.
Before she could take another step, he grabbed her, spun her, and pinned her against the wall.
Vivian’s thighs were still trembling, her body still wrecked from Christopher’s game, when she stumbled into the hallway.
She was soaked, aching, breathless, her pulse hammering from what he had just done to her.
And yet.
She still wanted more.
But before she could breathe, before she could pull herself together, Christop
