The first light of dawn was a cruel intrusion into the room. It fell across the bed, illuminating the tangled heap of bodies and revealing the harsh reality of the night.

Priya's eyes fluttered open slowly, her head throbbing with a brutal hangover. Her body ached, feeling stretched and ravaged in a way that spoke of extreme, violent passion. She felt a heavy, warm weight behind her—a man's arm across her waist, a man's leg over hers, and the distinct, alarming fullness of a man's cock still buried deep inside her.