ISABELLA
I woke slowly, my body aching in ways that brought flashes of the night before. Sweat-slicked skin, desperate moans, the relentless thrust of Marco inside me on that plush carpet. The incense had long burned out, but its ghost lingered in my veins like a dirty secret. Marco probably slept in the cold shower because that was the last thinv I remember him doing. It took a while of the incense to worn out, but at least, we managed not to touch each other again.
Morning light filtered through heavy curtains, turning the luxurious brothel suite into something almost ordinary. Almost. Marco stood at the far corner of the room, arms crossed over his broad chest, staring out a small window like he could will the world to make sense. He was already dressed, leather cut back on, looking
