The music switched songs and I closed my eyes, listening to the soft piano play. I’d had the water fill the bath at a temperature just shy of boiling. It helped when any of my thoughts wandered to Marek and I splashed my face with it. Now, it was a more comfortable warmth and no longer helped me forget.
Marek was power but it wasn’t raw. It was honed, curated, and entirely controlled. Everything about him, his body, screamed powerful. Just the memory of being caged under him, feeling the force of his anger, was enough to send my heart into palpitations. He was beautiful, stunning, and exquisite. There was more to Marek than just his looks though.
Somehow the darkness of our world hadn’t tainted him completely. He could kill and I had a feeling Vlad did not receive a quick death. If he re
