The house had fallen quiet again after the risky encounter on the dining table. Elena had barely made it upstairs and cleaned herself up before Victoria returned from her call, none the wiser. But the guilt was eating Elena alive. She had promised herself that morning that she would resist, yet the moment Marcus texted her, she had spread her legs under the dinner table like an eager slut for her own stepfather. And when he bent her over… she had come harder than she ever had in her life.
She needed to clear her head. A long, hot shower seemed like the only escape.
The master bathroom attached to her room had a large walk-in shower with rainfall heads and glass walls that fogged beautifully with steam. Elena stripped out of her clothes, avoiding looking at the faint marks Marcus had left
