{KAYLA}
A groan escapes me the second I feel my body wake up. My eyes aren't even open yet and my stiff neck lets me know I slept in a horrible position. It's one of those mornings where a pounding headache is my alarm clock. Fucking hate these mornings.
I'm on my side, practically on my front, really, my leg hooked around something hard, my cheek resting on a smooth and warm surface, and my hand holding…
Fuck.
In a split second, I'm attempting to pull away from Nate, but his hand resting at the back of my neck tightens, keeping me close to his chest.
"Let me go," I hiss.
"You weren't complaining last night when you hooked yourself onto me like a barnacle to a boat."
Last night is a fucking mess in my head. I don't even remember getting out of that torture room he calls a basement. All I know is the mix of pleasure and pain I felt. I remember the soft sheets, the thrusts of his hard cock inside me that brought unmatched amounts of pleasure.
