Chapter 8

Faith’s POV

I almost screamed when Martin inserted another finger into my pussy. I never knew it would feel so weird. Well, I hadn’t had sex for a while.

Martin suddenly stopped. He just stood up and walked back and forth.

“Get dressed,” he told me coldly. “Hurry up!”

It surprised me when he shouted. I quickly sat down and untied my hand from the lampshade stand. Then I quickly got dressed.

We said nothing on the way. I didn’t know what was going through his mind.

“W-where are we going?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“At your house.” Martin didn’t look at me when he said that.

I just looked out the window. I just amused myself by looking at the people on the road we were passing.

Martin’s car stopped in the parking area of the building where my apartment unit was. He went down first while I waited for the door to open. I heard him knock on the window. I just turned around and saw that he signaled me to get down.