The hammering is the first thing I hear.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
My eyes snap open.
I jolt upright so fast my head spins. My hands fly to my surroundings, and I realize—wooden walls, thin blanket, the faint smell of dried herbs.
Brielle's Omega house.
I blink hard. "What the hell…?"
The hammering continues outside, it sounded like someone chopping wood, the strikes hitting in angry rhythm. I rub my eyes, trying to process how I got here, but the memories hit me like a slap.
The party.
The stranger.
His fingers on my waist.
His deep, smooth, sinful voice.
His body above mine, thrusting in.
My panties in his hand.
I groan and bury my face in my palms. "Fuck. I actually left them with him."
I remember lying to him—"Let me make a call"—then sneaking out of the cabin barefoot, my dress twisted, my panties literally gone, stumbling through the woods like a lunatic. I didn't even look back. I felt him staring at me from his upstairs window. I could feel those gray eyes on my spine.
