Book 1 in the twisted love series.
After her devastating breakup leaves her broke and jobless, Sienna Bardot is determined to do whatever it takes to find her standing and save herself from being a disgrace to her family so when an opportunity arise...
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The next day, after having what I would describe as the best night of my life, I woke up feeling not so Bonita.
To be quite honest, I couldn't feel anything except for the soreness between my thighs and the deep aching in my bones.
The morning sun bathed my face, forcing me to turn over to my back and groan. Since when did the leather couch become this comfy?
I opened my eyes, blinking and squinting as my eyes adjusted to the sunlit room. My room.
How did I get up here?
My brows creased together. I didn't have any recollection of coming up here. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep with Tristan on the couch.
I looked down at myself. I was wearing clothes, fresh ones; a tank top and baggy shorts. I lifted up the comforter and reached into it. My hand slid into my shorts and I tentatively touched my swollen folds, expecting to meet a sticky mess but I was awfully clean down there and there was no sign of sex, except the internal pain that lingered from being stretched and pounded into.
My brows furrowed in confusion as I withdrew my hands. Did he clean me up too or was I all over my head?
I probably was. There was no way he would do that. Maybe I did it myself but I couldn't remember. I couldn't think straight right now, my head hurt.
I pushed the comforters all the way down and flung both my legs to the edge of my bed, the motion drew a wince from me. Fuck, it hurt. I heaved in a deep breath before pushing myself into a standing position.
The room spun behind my eyes. My eyesight was a little unfocused and my limbs were still as good as dead. I could barely walk to the bathroom but somehow, with great difficulty, I managed to loiter in there, slowly, until I came face to face with the morning disaster that greeted me in the mirror.
Stock still, I stared at my face with horror for a few seconds. Why did my hair always become so messy?
As I struggled to pull my mess of a hair into an updo, my eyes spotted the ceramic bowl sitting on the far end of the country with a damp bathcloth hung over it.
I blinked and blinked at it again. Did he really clean me...
My mind raced back to last night and the memories of our frenzied indulgence came flooding back.
Tristan had never gone down on a woman before. He'd told me he hated oral sex. He practically never gave a damn about another's pleasure but last night, he went down on me, and he...
My walls clenched and a shudder wracked through my body with the current of a tidal wave. I immediately pushed the thought aside and pulled away from the mirror to utilize the toilet.
Lowing myself on it was almost impossible and too difficult. My back, my ass, my hips, and my thighs hurt but nothing compared to the ultimate pain that came from urinating. The entire area burned. I was so sore that could barely clean myself after but I managed to, and I was back in the room in a matter of minutes.
