The near-miss in the pool house lingered like smoke in the air for days afterward. Every shared glance with Draven carried an extra layer of electricity now — the knowledge that they had almost been caught only made the pull between them stronger, more addictive. Freya moved through the mansion like a woman living two lives: the dutiful daughter who laughed with her father over dinner, and the secret lover who snuck into shadowed corners to be f****d senseless by the one man she could never have.
Draven was losing his careful control too. His texts became bolder, more frequent. *I can still taste you on my tongue. Need to be inside you again.* *Tonight. Your room. Leave the door unlocked.* He watched her during family meals with dark, heated eyes that made her thighs clench under the tabl
