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eyes as an orgasm built low, culminating to new heights every
time he hit the sweetest of spots. It became too much. “Adonis,” she sobbed,
begging him to end this torment.
    Instead
of taking pity, he reduced speed, dragging himself out with near-painful
slowness before sinking inch-by-inch back into her.
    Tess
screamed his name as he suddenly hammered into her cervix, the exquisite
torture ricocheting through sensitive tissue. She held out, refusing to submit.
    “I
know what you're trying to do. It won't work,” he said with an animalistic
snarl and reached for her clit.
    A
scream ripped from her chest as ecstasy spilled in thick, convulsing waves.
Cam’s name vaguely surfaced in her mind, but faded as the aftershocks carried
her into oblivion.
    A
hoarse cry, his swollen mouth slashing into hers one last time, seeking,
possessing… .destroying , and then everything went
black.

 
 
 
    Chapter
5

 
    With
a reflexive jerk, Tess groggily awoke from slumber with a foreboding feeling
that something was off. She cracked an eye and winced at the slight pain that
accompanied the motion, an indicator that she’d had a little too much to drink
the previous night.
    Nothing new there.
    Immersed
in complete darkness, the room was silent and, if anything, encouraged her to
return to sleep. Sighing, Tess flexed a hand, her fingertips testing the sheet
draped across her body. The ultra smooth material was completely unlike the
cheap, Wal-Mart sheets she’d invested in freshman year.
    The
sheets didn’t bother her as much as the musky scent of sex and cologne
lingering on them; achingly familiar scents that struck Tess with the force of
a careening Mack truck. Her eyes flew open as the events of the last night
streamed into consciousness: the penetration of a slow, burning heat that
invaded every inch of her body, her writhing beneath him in rapturous agony…each
moment captured in the still frame of her memories, suspended forever in
detailed animation.
    A
paralyzing sense of horror overtook her.
    Tess
lifted her head and the confirmation that greeted her delivered yet another
crushing blow. The vague outline of his body was covered from the waist down.
His chest rose and fell rhythmically.
    What
had she done?
    Tess
fought to keep from bolting upright and running out like the damned fool she
was. Taking care not to disturb the sheets, she slithered off the bed. Tess
steadied her rubbery limbs and combed the floor for her clothes.
    Thankfully
she'd had the foresight to bring them upstairs after their first go round in
the kitchen. Her stomach churned, remembering their frantic stumble up the
stairs after violating the kitchen table.
    Her
vision fogged. What the hell had she been thinking?
    Tess
struggled to maintain a lid on her composure while descending the staircase,
testing each step carefully for give-away squeaks. Once clear, she flew past
the second floor, too ashamed to even see if Cam had returned at some point
during the night, not that she would have noticed.
    She
had been too busy fucking his best friend.
    Nausea
coalescing, she barely made it outside in time. Tess heaved over the railing
and retched into the hedges below. Once she finished redecorating the shrubbery
with eau de vie, she pushed away and made for her dorm. Blessedly, it was too
early for people to witness her walk of shame and speculate at the slight limp
in her step.
    Her
skin crawled, as if filmed with a layer of filth. She’d debased herself in the
worse way possible. And for what?
    A fleeting victory?
    Restoration
of her damaged vanity?
    To prove a point?
    She
felt sullied and used despite her body’s satiation. She hated the feeling. Her
steps slowed as something else occurred to her.
    What
if he told Cameron?
    Pressure
built behind her eyeballs, stinging with tears. The one good thing she’d come
across and she had to go fuck it up.
    All
this time, Tess had been trying to convince herself that she wasn’t her
mother’s daughter by