ARIA
I wake to unfamiliar silk sheets against my bare skin and the disorienting realization that I'm not in my bed.
I am hurting in places I didn’t know could hurt.
Everything between my thighs feels raw and swollen, like I’ve been split open and put back together. My wrists have faint red rings from the silk ties, and when I shift, the sheets slide over skin that’s tender everywhere he touched, licked, and bit. The ache is proof. Proof that last night actually happened. Proof that I let Dante Ashford (no, begged Dante Ashford) take the one thing I’d saved for the man I thought I was going to marry.
The man who was f*****g my twin sister yesterday.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, but the images are still there: Marcus’s back muscles flexing, Vivienne’s smug little moan when she s
