Chapter 4

That night, Dylan was relentless and rough with me in bed, almost violent, as if he was unleashing some pent-up rage on me.

I clenched my teeth and took it, a cold, mocking laugh echoing in my mind. I just thought of it as the last time I'd let the dog bite me.

When I woke up, he was already gone.

I didn't see Dylan for the next week.

Honestly, I was more than happy to have the place to myself.

With Dylan out of the picture, I could finally get everything ready for my trip abroad without having to…