Chapter 97

Nora POV

The elevator ride down from David’s office feels endless. My thighs are still slick beneath my dress, my lips swollen from taking him, my body humming with the orgasm he wrung out of me like it was nothing. I press my back against the mirrored wall and close my eyes, trying to breathe through the shame that’s clawing up my throat.

I let him touch me.

I let him bend me over his desk.

I begged for it.

And the second Maya’s name lit up his phone, the spell shattered like cheap glass.

I can still feel his fingers inside me, the way he curled them, the way he owned every sound I made. And I hate myself for how much I wanted it. I hate that even now, standing here alone in this metal box, my clit throbs at the memory.