C55 CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE

I’m wet. Drenched. It doesn’t make any more sense to me than anything else since I’ve stepped into this limo tonight, but Jason’s hands are so sure, so decisive. He’s so perfectly in control in a moment where I’m anything but.

One long finger slips easily inside me and he hisses out a long breath. “So ready. So perfect. You’re so beautifully made.”

Perfect? I let out an ugly sobbing scoff