The major bummer is, I can’t tell anyone. I can't confess breathlessly to any of my besties thatI, Evelina, gotroyallyfuckedthe other night.
A blush heats my face.
I think I could get used to this internal swearing thing.
Because that’s the only word to describe what the other night was. I didn’t “make love”. I didn’t “hook up” or “have sex”.
I gotfucked.
Hard.
Brutally.
Like a cheap whore.
And it was, without question, the hottest night of my life, leading to the biggest orgasms I’ve ever had.
It’s also resulted in severalothervery intense orgasms over the last few days. It appears that Vaughn’s savage brutality has unlocked something in me.
It’s not like the old Evelina didn’t ever masturbate. I mean, innocence aside, I’m stillhuman. And even though there were times when I wondered if Iwasasexual, I still had urges. And I did, on occasion, “relieve” those urges in private.
Since the other night, though, I’ve “relieved” those urges twelve times.
In five days.
That's more “relief” that I’ve given myself in the last ninemonthsbefore the other night.
And every single one of those fantasies, and every single one of my dreams where I wake up wet and clenching my thighs together, were aboutVaughn.
Well, except for onehorrifyingsex dream where Vaughn morphed intoEthan, my ex, and dream me had to yell at him to go away.
I should really start limiting my caffeine and sugar intake.
My phone chiming on my bed pulls me away from the decidedly pornographic replays of the other night in the graveyard. I glance down and grin when I see who it is.
"Hey, Gabby!"
“Hey!I’ve beeninsanelybusy the last few days, but I’ve been dying to ask you how your initiation went!”
Heat floods my face.
“Oh, it was…”
I got fucked to within an inch of my life in the middle of a graveyard. Also, it was my first time.
“It was…fine,” I mumble, my cheeks throbbing.
“Um, don’t answer if you don’t want to, obviously, but, uh,what happenedto you? I mean you looked…I don’t mean to but shitty, but you just looked…”
Like I got fucked by an animal?
“Oh, it was nothing,” I say quickly. “My initiation was outside, and I totally tripped over something like an idiot and fell right into this huge muddy puddle,” I blurt. “My Adept was really niceabout it, though, and gave me that coat to wear since my clothes wereshot.”
“Ugh,I’m sorry,” she groans. “You were okay, though?”
An excellent question.
“Oh, totally,” I laugh nervously. “Just wet!”
