Chapter 40 - Chapter 39

# Chapter 39

AYANDA

With my elbows on the desk, I massage my temples while staring at the screen, trying to make sense of the words in front of me. I don't know when they started to blur, but it's becoming clear that I can't focus on anything besides the delicious sting between my legs every time I shift. Faint bruises litter my thighs. My shorts were on the floor when I woke up, and my vest was pushed up above my tits.

Someone visited me last night, and now it's all I can think about. Vusi refused to let me close the other day, claiming he was scared to hurt me, but then he touched me in my sleep.

It's probably unbelievable how excited that makes me, and it's not normal to crave a dangerous man like him. Normal women don't squeeze their bruised thighs together beneath the desk when they think of a specific serial killer touching them in their sleep. Yet that's what I do.

Not only that. I also bite my lip, and the sting adds to the already delicious stimulus. Yoh, I'm such a mess.

I should focus on this article about The Bridge Killer. Not sit here and wonder exactly what Vusi did to me while I was asleep. Judging by the dried cum on my stomach, I can hazard a guess. And just thinking about him jerking off and covering me in cum awakens something truly primal within me.

I wonder what went through his head as he looked down at his cum on my bare skin.