We f****d most of the night.
Maybe that was his plan to have an unfair advantage: f*****g me so much I could barely walk. It worked. But I don’t care, even if that was his plan. I wouldn’t have traded the s*x for anything.
I never knew how amazing s*x could be—not until Enzo.
I thought it must be horrible—at least that’s how my f****d up brain processed how the woman feels during s*x. Because of Jarod and his goons. The screams the other women made will live in my head forever.
The torture of countless men pretending to go for my p***y then stop in disgust will live with me forever.
The pain at Enzo’s size is a lot—but it’s nothing compared to the moments after. The moments he tried to distract me from the pain. The moments he’s sweet instead of the devil. The moments when it star
