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Students smirk and giggle. Some even look downright jealous while I’m frozen in embarrassment.

Humiliation.

And I’m still fucking wet.

It feels like forever before Gray unstraps me, a smirk on his face.

Once I'm free, all I can do is rise from this throne, my shaky legs carrying me to where he stands by the bar. And, I hope everyone sees it when my palm flies across his face.

THIRTEEN

HANNAH

Fuck Rye Rowan.

Fuck the way his touch made me feel like I was floating.

Fuck the way he damn near had me begging for that release.

Fuck the way he made me think of him trapped in my own house with my hands between my legs until I came gasping his name.

My phone chimes for the tenth time. It only exacerbates the pounding in my head. Opening my eyes, a sharp pain rips through my skull. At least I can hear again, silence taking over the lake house. I don’t know how long the party went on. I do know it took me another bottle of champagne and a Xanax to get to sleep after my “punishment.”

A look at my phone reminds me it’s Saturday, and I don’t have to face the music right away. It should bring comfort. It should bring relief. But what appears on my screen when I unlock it sends my gut spiralling.

Ryung: Thanks for a memorable night

The following message has a photo attached. Me on that throne. The same one he used to torture me. Topunishme. My legs spread, that silk belt between them. My cheeks flushed as hell.

I’ve never felt humiliation like this. I sure as hell have never found pleasure in it. And now I have a souvenir of just that.

Hannah: we need to talk

I'm pathetic, staring at the screen, waiting for those three dots. I'm even more pathetic when I call him and it goes straight to voicemail.

Slamming my phone into the sheets, I let out a loud groan. After last night, this is way too much. I need to reclaim this home.

When I finally push my ass out of bed and open the bedroom door, sweet silence greets me. With a big breath, I let the stale air fill my lungs.

“Hello?” I don’t get an answer, my headache lifting when I realize I’m alone. No Crowns. No giggling students. No fake friends. No parents.

Just me.

When I get to the living room, I’m reminded of the chaos that ran through the halls last night. It looks even worse in the daylight. The throne is still where he left it, and so is everything else.

Empty bottles. Feathers. Napkins. Popcorn.

My eyes move back to the empty ‘throne,’ my fists tightening. I’ll need a whole team to clean this up, but all that’s left is me.

“You looklike you could use this.” A paper cup comes in front of me, shaking me out of my haze. “Earth to Hannah?”

I don’t even know who it is before fiery red curls block my view of the quad. “Christ, Ember, you’re like if Annie was a giant.”

“The words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’.” She pushes the coffee cup towards me again. “You’ve been standing here like a zombie.” ‘Here’ is on top of the steps of the arts building. “You okay?”

Some girls walk by, entering the building with a few glances at me. They giggle, whispering something under their breath. I shoot them a look, hoping they'll back off, but they don’t even care. They carry on giggling.

Taking the coffee, I know Ember’s right. I spent the last two days cleaning up Rye’s mess. Thanks to my blocked cards, I couldn’t even call a service. Carrie wasn't an option. If I told her to make a special call to the lake house, she’d bill my father. He can’t find out about this.