She didn’t know how long she lay there.
Naked.
Ruined.
High off her own vengeance.
Nicholas stood at the foot of her bed, shirt ripped open, jaw tight with the kind of fury that only came from losing control. His belt hung loose at his hips, the buckle glinting in the dim light as if daring her to make another move.
She did.
Alina sat up slowly, brushing her hair back from her flushed face.
“You didn’t come here to talk.”
“No,” he said, voice ragged. “I came here to remind you who made you moan like that before the world ever knew your name.”
She rose onto her knees, arching her back as her breasts jutted forward.
“And I came to remind you that the world moaned with me.”
He grabbed her throat.
Not too hard.
Just enough to make her gasp.
Just enough to make her drip.
Her puls
