The next evening dragged torturously slow. Sophia had followed every rule. She performed her daytime duties with Elena and the staff in a daze, her body constantly aware of the slight soreness between her thighs and the memory of Victor’s fingers. As soon as the last staff member left at 8 PM sharp, she returned to her quarters, showered, and waited exactly as instructed: completely naked, door unlocked, kneeling on the edge of the bed with her thighs spread and hands resting on her knees.
Her heart hammered when she finally heard the heavy footsteps in the hallway.
Victor entered without knocking. He wore a crisp black dress shirt with the top buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms. The moment his steel-gray eyes landed on her obedient, exposed position, a low sou
