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It had to be a dream. I couldn’t explain it if it wasn’t.
I exposed the backs of my knees, and then, my lower thighs. Horrified, I saw pink splotches and red lines spread across my skin. I told myself it was the sheets that I’d slept on. Maybe they were just impressions from the way I slept.
I pulled the nightgown higher, baring the naked globes of my ass.
Red welts lined my skin, some darkening into light purple bruises and I choked with shock. No. This couldn’t be real. It was all a dream.
Then how could this have happened?
There was zero doubt in my mind that those were the marks from his belt. Which meant the achy soreness in my pussy and my asshole was real. It meant that he had fucked me yesterday, used every single one of my holes and had come in all of them. Horrified, I looked down at my legs, seeing the dried remains of his seed all over my skin.
A plaintive, fearful scream echoed around me and it took me a long time to realize that it was me. I screeched louder and louder as I stared in the mirror, wishing the welts to fade away so I could explain it as just another nightmare.
My door burst open and I dropped my nightgown, but it was too late.
“What the hell, Kassandra? It’s like four in the morning! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nicole said, crossing her arms over her chest, her stare like daggers.
Nicole was my roommate. She was quiet most of the time, but she was definitely not a morning person. Her eyes were bloodshot as she tried to rub the sleepiness away, but it was no use. The only thing that fueled Nicole in the mornings was a steaming pot of coffee. The whole damn pot if it was early enough.
“How the hell are you even here? Weren’t you supposed to be in Greece for the next few weeks? Danny is supposed to come over tonight. You promised me some alone time with him.” She glared furiously.
“I... don’t know,” I answered.
“What do you mean you don’t know? How did you even get in the apartment last night?” she pressed.
I blinked.
My mind was blank. I literally had zero recollection of how I got here.
“Kassandra. What is wrong with you? Why the hell were you checking out your ass at this ungodly hour?”
I stared at her, narrowing my eyes in confusion.
“You didn’t see the bruises?” I asked.
“What? No. Your ass is just as lily white as it had always been. Firm and tight, just like a fucking supermodel. It’s perfect. What the hell is wrong with you? Are you that desperate for attention?”
I didn’t reply.
“What happened to you?” she asked again.
“I don’t remember...” I replied uselessly.
She shook her head and glared at me. I shrank back, not prepared to handle her ire just yet.
“Go back to sleep. When you’re not being an idiot and screaming at the top of your lungs at the ass crack of dawn, we’ll talk,” she scowled, before slamming my door so hard that the walls rattled.
I lifted my nightgown once more, staring at the red welted marks across my ass. She hadn’t seen them, but I could. Was I crazy? Was it all just a delusion?
I was so tired though. I didn’t want to think about what this meant anymore. I yawned and crawled back into bed, trying to escape whatever was happening to me.
I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but I only tossed and turned every which way. My mind raced, trying to put together the pieces of how I’d gotten back to New York. There was no explanation that made any sense. A boat would have taken too long. A plane would have taken hours, and someone would have had to pick me up at the airport. A train or a car wasn’t possible. For God’s sake, a freaking ocean separated New York and Greece.
I finally fell into a fitful sleep, but all I dreamt about was Markos. His dark eyes. His commanding voice and the feeling of his thick cock as he mastered my body.
It had all felt so real.
It had to be a dream. It just had to be.
