~Abigail's POV~
Standing under the shower with my heart pounding in my throat, I still can't believe what is happening.
After the best sex of my life, being fucked to the floor by Darius Rassais like we were animals in heat, I should be exhausted but my body is still trembling, my skin sore and aching.
I came twice, and I can't lie to myself. I want him again and again and again.
But rationality has to crash back in. We didn't use condoms, and that definitely cannot happen again. Birth control pills. I have to remember the pills.
My hand drifts to my neck, remembering how he'd choked me while pounding into me with that glorious, reckless force.
I can't think straight! But he's Darius. He's infuriatingly attractive, a total asshole, and yet somehow completely charming.
My fingers run through my wet hair, the tiny voice in my head screaming that the wedding was only five days ago.
Five days. And I've already fallen down the rabbit hole.
