I woke up the next morning with my body already humming with anticipation, even though my mind screamed at me to feel nothing but horror. The sheets were twisted around my legs, damp with sweat and the evidence of dreams I shouldn't have had.

My fingers found their way between my thighs before I could stop them, and the moment I touched my swollen pussy, shame crashed over me like a wave. I was wet. Soaking. Just from the memory of Kabir's cock stretching me open the day before.