Chapter 31

ANASTASIA

Maybe it's a night to cry and moan at the same time, because I feel tears pricking at the edges of my eyes.

The harsh anger of his words is like a slap to my face, a hard one that springs tears.

"You hate me talking about them; it's the same way I hate it that you are not saying anything about Sandra. Did you even fuck her?"

The liquids are gathering at my lids now, and I don't get the chance to wipe them away before he slides my pants down my legs.

“Did you let boys touch you because of Sandra? How the fuck is she influencing your emotions when she is not even here?” His hands stop at my thighs, and I stare at him with teary eyes, biting my lips with a low moan.

“But you are making it seem like you are not over her.” He holds my thighs firmly, spreads them apart, and digs his big fingers into my core in his direct view.

“You are just overthinking. I’m not making it seem so. I’m not stupid enough to tell you lies. She’s not even here, and you are acting so overwhelmed. Wha