June's POV:
I was thoroughly fucked—every inch of me claimed and consumed by Justin. My body writhed in the aftershock of pleasure, limbs trembling, heart pounding, the world reduced to a blissful blur. My mind was blank, the relentless voices finally silenced at last.
In that moment, I realized I didn't need the club. I didn't need some masked stranger to chase away my demons. I'd found my own Bad Wolf right here.
I didn't need to call anyone else. All I needed was Justin.
We didn't talk about it.
Not a single word passed between us after we came down from whatever storm we'd stirred up together. No whispered regrets, no awkward laughs. Just this strange, raw silence that somehow felt… full.
