BOOK 3: Chapter 8: Breaking the First Rule
The water laps gently against the porcelain edges of the tub, soft waves rising and falling in slow rhythm as her body sinks deeper beneath the surface. Steam curls upward, wrapping around her skin like a whisper, clinging to her shoulders, her neck. Lavender oil glistens across the surface, and the scent is calming—but it does little to settle the storm inside her.
She’s alone in the master bathroom, door closed, lock turned.
The red silk robe now hangs from the back of the door.
She had put it on earlier—just to feel it. Just for a moment. The silk had slid over her bare skin like temptation itself, molding to her curves, teasing her n*****s into hard little peaks beneath the fabric. It had made her shiver.
She’d peeled it off and tossed it
