Chapter 58 Fifty Eight

• I rested my head on the backseat, panting, exhausted, and blown out of my freaking mind. My naked body was all sweaty and wet in intimate parts. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find bruises and bite marks all over me. What was in my sight was all clear, but my buttocks had survived a brutal attack. I couldn’t wait to look at them in the mirror to see what had become of them.
• “That was something!” I remarked after my breath had regulated a bit. “I need clothes and a shower to restore the damage you have done to me.”
• “Alright. I can help with the physical damage.” Desmond tucked in his package, responsible for my breathlessness, and zipped his jeans. “But darling, would you ever be able to break free of its mental effects?”