Raven's Point of View
I don't even remember how I got out of the car.
My legs were numb. My thighs were trembling so bad I thought they'd collapse under me. Dominic had to help me out, his strong hands holding me steady, his touch still sending aftershocks up my spine.
I was still dripping.
Still bare.
Still full of him.
And he didn't even care-just gave me that dark, wicked smirk and said, "Text me when your legs start working again."
Cocky. Merciless. A whole demon.
I wanted to slap him.
I wanted to ride him again.
Instead, I stumbled back inside the apartment like a girl who'd just survived war. My dress was a mess. My hair was ruined. My thighs were sticky. My whole body still tingled from what he did to me. I felt like my soul had left my body sometime around orgasm number three and still hadn't returned.
As soon as I stepped in, Jamie was the first to see me.
"Oh my God." He gasped and clutched his chest like I'd just come back from the dead. "You look like you've been dragged through a sex hurricane."
"How was it?" Lila asked, all wide-eyed and innocent, while Jamie grinned like he knew something I didn't want to admit.
"I-I can't talk about it," I stammered, clutching the back of the couch for support. "I need... I need to sit. And maybe a wheelchair."
Lila rushed over. "You look like you got exorcised by Satan's hotter older brother."
I covered my face with my hands and groaned.
"Guys... I forgot to put on underwear before I went outside."
Lila screamed.
Jamie's jaw dropped. "Hold. The fuck. Up."
"I forgot," I whined. "After the first time-he... he ruined the pair I was wearing earlier, okay? I was in a daze. I didn't even think."
"You forgot to put on underwear and went to his car?!" Jamie cried. "Girl, you knew what you were doing."
"I didn't!" I sank into the couch, still wincing from the soreness between my legs. "I swear I just wanted to talk. And then... I sat on his lap... and he noticed."
Lila was pacing now like she couldn't handle the story. "And then what? What happened in the car?!"
I covered my mouth, muffling a helpless noise. "He... he completely lost it. Like-his whole brain snapped. He pulled me into his lap and felt everything. I was soaked. I mean like, I couldn't stop it, I was-God, it was so bad."
Jamie flopped on the couch beside me, wide-eyed. "Tell us everything."
I swallowed hard. My face was probably the color of a tomato.
"He said... he said I was already wet. Just from seeing him. Then he-" My voice cracked. "He touched me. Right there. And I... I couldn't stop moaning. He was so mean about it too. Said I was teasing him on purpose."
"You were," Jamie said smugly.
"I wasn't!" I groaned. "But then he said I made a mess on his jeans, and... he didn't even wait. Just unzipped and..."
"You had car sex again?!" Lila cried. "On his lap?!"
I nodded slowly, still dazed. "Not sex. Destruction. He ruined me. He kept saying I was his. He... he made me squirt, you guys."
Lila screamed again.
Jamie fell backward off the couch and kicked his feet like a toddler. "I'm not okay. I'm not okay. You SQUIRTED?!"
I covered my face, groaning in shame. "It was everywhere. His jeans. The seat. I thought I blacked out. My legs still feel like Jell-O. I couldn't even breathe."
Lila flopped next to me, fanning herself. "That man's not real."
Jamie sat up slowly. "This man could literally ruin the global economy and I'd still tell the judge he's innocent."
"I cried," I whispered.
They both froze.
I nodded again. "It was that good. I cried. And he didn't stop. He just kept going, saying I was his, saying-God, the things he said..."
Jamie's eyes sparkled. "You're in deep."
"No," I said quickly, panicked. "I'm not. This isn't love. This is-this is purely physical. Hormones. Lust. Maybe a little brain damage."
"Or soul damage," Lila whispered, clutching a throw pillow. "Because he defiled you."
Jamie blinked at me slowly.
"Raven... I love you and all..."
He gestured vaguely toward the couch, then at me.
"...but your dress is wet and you are spreading your... sins on my furniture."
I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. "Oh my God..."
Lila gasped, scooting away dramatically. "WAIT-IS IT ACTUALLY-"
"This is the second time I've sat on this couch like this," I muttered, like that somehow made it better.
Jamie turned his head slowly. "...You say that like it's normal."
I winced. "It is not-"
"This time it's wet," Jamie added, batting his lashes innocently.
I covered my face. "I hate both of you."
Jamie leaned closer, wiggling his eyebrows. "Is it wrong that I kinda wanna text him and thank him on your behalf?"
"Jamie!"
"What? That man deserves a Michelin star."
I groaned, burying my face in a pillow, but deep down?
Yeah, I was ruined.
Not just physically.
Dominic Derveaux had me unraveling in every way. And worst of all?
I wanted him to do it again.
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