32. Shower together

Brielle Clarke

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Maxim did not fail to keep his promise. When we got home that night, he fucked me again with Matt’s blood on his shirt. For some sick reason, I found it hot.

He even went rougher than before, choking and biting me everywhere that I didn’t know when I passed out.

When I woke up, I was in Maxim’s bed, naked but thoroughly cleaned. Being alone on the bed, I looked to the side to see that it was almost three in the afternoon. Damn, just how much did Maxim tire me out?

The first time I was in his room, I had been too occupied with arguing, and last night, I had been too occupied with having sex with him.

Now, as I took my time to properly look around, I was not surprised to see that all his walls were painted black. The couch opposite the bed was also black, so as was the furniture in the room.

I shook my head and tried to sit up, wincing when I felt a sharp pain between my legs. Fuck.

I stood up anyway.

Dashing into Maxim’s bathroom, I took a very long shower, not sto