Seraphina's Point Of View
"You did amazing, princess."
His voice was a low, rough purr, dripping with satisfaction, like he'd just conquered a kingdom and was admiring his spoils.
Me.
I was the spoils.
My back was still pressed against the cold mirror, my chest heaving like I'd just run a marathon, my lips parted but no sound coming out.
What the actual hell just happened?
My body felt like jelly, my thighs still trembling from the aftershocks of what he'd done to me, what I'd let him do to me.
The restroom air was thick with the scent of us… him, me, sex, and the reality of it all crashed over me like a wave.
How the fuck did it even get to this?
One minute, I was fixing my damn shirt, and the next, I was spread out on a counter like a buffet, letting Azriel ruin me in a public restroom.
Seraphina!! Where are your morals?! Where is your self-respect?!
