Jace leaned in, brushing his lips over her ear. “You’re mine now,” he whispered. “My sweet little stepslut. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to f**k you first.”
Her orgasm hit fast and hard—her body jerking, voice breaking on a cry as his fingers worked her through it. She shook, barely able to stand, but he held her steady, his other hand gripping her waist.
When she opened her eyes, he was watching her with that same dark hunger. The towel around his waist was gone, discarded on the floor.
He was hard. Thick. Veined. Ready.
“Get out of the shower,” he said. “I’m not done with you.”
Kara’s legs trembled as she stepped out of the shower, water dripping from her body, mixing with the slickness between her thighs. She reached for a towel, but Jace caught her wrist
