Chapter 55

• Luciana’s POV:
• I stumbled out of the kitchen, my legs wobbly as hell, Adrian’s cum still dripping down my face, hot and sticky on my cheeks. My breath was shaky, my chest heaving, and I could barely see straight as I bolted for my room. His last words—“Fucking beautiful”—rang in my ears, mocking me, making my stomach twist with disgust and something else I didn’t want to name. I slammed the door shut behind me, locking it quick, my hands trembling so bad I almost dropped the key.
• “Fuck,” I gasped, my voice breaking as I leaned against the door, sliding down to the floor. My nightgown was gone, left behind in that damn kitchen, and my skin felt raw, exposed, every inch buzzing from what he’d done. I wiped at my face, my fingers smearing his cum, the smell hitting me hard, making me gag. “Fuck him,” I sobbed, my tears mixing with it, hot and salty, running down my chin.