The drive home from Marcus’s house was quiet. Joanna’s hand rested possessively on my thigh the entire way home. She looked beautifully exhausted from her long night with Marcus. Her eyes were heavy, skin glowing, and body relaxed in a way I never seen before. Every so often, she would let out a soft, contented sigh and shift in her seat. Joanna was clearly still feeling the effects of everything Marcus had done to her. S...