Katarina pov
Touch him? Just to know what he felt like? To see if I could still make him groan, even when broken?
My fingertips brushed the edge of the sheet. I leaned in closer. I turned away, embarrassed. Angry. Confused.
The drugs in my blood made everything hot. Every sound louder. Every breath heavy.
I felt stupid. Drunk on something I didn’t ask for. But I didn’t leave.
I stayed. Watching him mutter her name.
Watching his c**k pulse through the sheet.
Wondering what he saw in the dream.
What she was doing to him. What he’d do to me if he woke up and saw me watching.
And then he opened his eyes. “Why’d you stop?”
His voice was raw. Cracked. Dangerous. My breath caught. He didn’t open his eyes. Just lay there. Still.
I pulled my hand back like I’d been burned. “I—I wasn’t.”
