KATLYN
“Katlyn? Open the door.”
I jerked in my place where I stood, shell shocked, in the middle of my bathroom. I looked at the closed door and swallowed. My body still trembled from my earlier release, no, it was more than that. I could still feel the wetness between my thighs, dripping down my legs, and it filled me with such shame, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him after what I just did. Did I really pee myself at the first séxual encounter I had no less? Fûck.
I cupped my face in my palms, trying to disappear from this world, as I said, “Go away.”
“Not before you let me know what’s wrong.”
Everything. I don’t know. “Just, leave.”
He ignored me like the controlling and oppressive bástard that he was. “Open the door, Katlyn. I won’t ask again.”
“I don’t want to.” I gripped m
