Incapable lips

Vinorca Jona POV “Sit here, Vinorca.” He pointed to the sofa, then dropped into the oversized chair across the table, claiming it like a throne. I was still knotted up from whatever had just happened. My head throbbed, thoughts slipping and colliding, but I sank onto the cushion where he’d indicated. My body moved on its own, even while resentment coiled tight in my chest. My eyes stung, lids puffy and raw from all the tears. Beneath that ache, anger simmered, thick and unspent. This man had driven me right to the brink, twisting every nerve until clear thought felt impossible. The memory clung to me, refusing to fade. The heat of his cock, that unmistakable hardness pressed against my palms through the fabric of his pants. My fingers curled without permission, then froze. Disgust and shame surged through me in alternating waves. I hated that my body held onto the sensation long after my mind tried to shove it away. My heart still hammered, each beat loud enough that I swore he could h