It was hard to not study my reflection through the bathroom mirror and think of all that happened last night and this morning. Until I saw the faint light of the sun peek through the curtains, the devil was in control of my body. He teased me till I cried for him to stop, f****d me till my legs shook with heated pleasure and the filthy words about how good it felt to use me as just his toy, tumbling from his full lips, all came rushing back to me; almost knocking me off my feet. My skin was peppered with bruises from his firm, callous hold and when I run my fingertips gently on them on my hips, thighs and chest, I can almost feel his touch scraping against me more than I feel my own.
“I'm no god, sweet Neha. I'm your f*****g nightmare.” Unlike all the other nightmares that have been consu
