I woke up tasting him.
My body ached in the sweetest places: thighs bruised from his grip, neck throbbing where he had bitten me, cunt swollen and tender from the pounding he gave me on that terrace. I shifted under silk sheets and felt the sticky mess between my legs, his come dried on my skin, fresh wetness already starting again at the memory.
Fuck. I was in trouble.
The sapphire necklace sat on the nightstand, eight million euros of cold blue fire mocking me. I had planned to fence it by noon, vanish to Prague by nightfall, add another clean score to my name. Instead I lay here throbbing for a masked stranger who had stolen it from me mid-f**k and then handed it back like a down payment.
My phone buzzed on the pillow beside me.
Unknown number. One photo attachment.
I opened it an
