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The water hits my back, but it feels like a thousand daggers stabbing into me.

I can’t think about anything else.

What am I supposed to do now? I hate myself for even enjoying what he did to me, but more importantly, I hate him.

He doesn’t have an ounce of understanding of what boundaries mean.

He doesn’t care about consequences.

I knew it from the crash, from the break-in, and I still chose to get revenge.

The destruction felt good, but it’s not enough.

Especially after what he did, after how much my own body betrayed me.

I want him dead.

I turn off the water, wrap a towel around myself, and get ready for the studio.

It’s been two days since then, and I haven’t answered any of Liam’s texts or calls, refusing to see him.

I can’t.

I feel terrible about the way my body reacted.

And I don’t really know how Liam would react to this.

Just thinking about it—his mouth on me, consuming me like he was starving—makes my pussy ache. I can feel myself growing wetter.

I shift my legs, pressing them together, trying to calm myself down.

“Fuck!” I shout, frustrated with myself.

I drop onto the couch, bury my face in my hands, and let out a long, shaky breath.

What am I supposed to do? Seriously.

I feel like I betrayed my relationship with Liam, but I was forced into that situation in the car.

Then again, I was the one who went looking for revenge, and my body completely broke under Evren’s tongue.

I feel dirty, lost and angry.

I shouldn’t get involved with him anymore.

I can’t.

I should get going, take care of my studio, be with my girls.

But the need to make him pay is stronger.

“God...” I mumble to myself.

I’m stupid.

My comm buzzes.