Chapter 11 Naomi

• Heaven help me, I was already wet for him, the anticipation building inside at what he might do. I had experienced rough sex before, but the way he was looking at me, I felt like he could devour me. His fingers probed my slick entrance before roughly shoving inside, causing me to cry out at the intrusion. I knew what he was after, what he thought he would find, and when he didn’t, confusion dawned on his face.
• “What the fuck?” I heard him mutter, pulling his fingers out of me, coated with my wetness.
• But not blood like he expected to find.