Lulu
There was no moonlight slipping through my window tonight. Only the soft patter of rain, falling steadily as if trying to soothe the tightness that had been sitting in my chest for hours. For some reason, I wanted nothing more than to sit by the window and watch the droplets slide down the glass.
Until a hand wrapped around my waist from behind. Warm with commandement but familiar too.
I turned. He stood so close, looking at me as though I was the only thing that mattered in his world.
“Let me, Lulu,” he whispered.
I nodded before my mind caught up. My body moved on instinct—he could do anything he wanted to me. His lips traced along my neck, his breath brushing my skin and sending a shiver straight down my spine.
My heart hammered as his fingers framed my face. “May I know who
