Jarek's POV
Knock. Knock. Knock.
My knuckles turned white as I rapped on the guest room door.
Three firm taps. Polite enough not to seem aggressive, but deliberate enough to ensure I'd be heard.
I adjusted my cuffs, smoothing my expression into something resembling concern--the perfect picture of a caring older brother checking on his sister's friend.
Not the man who had spent nights imagining her beneath him, writhing and begging.
The door swung open.
And there she stood, wrapped in white silk that clung to every curve, so tight it looked ready to tear. All the blood in my body rushed south in an instant.
Fuck.
Brielle had no idea what she'd done--giving this girl a nightgown that looked innocent on her but was nothing short of a sin on Lilith.
The fabric strained over full b
