Chapter Fifteen-- Buried Truth
The dawn of the next morning, Serena stirred, a groan rumbling deep in her throat as her body ached. Every muscle, every curve, hummed with the lingering memory of Lucian’s relentless passion. Her eyelids fluttered open, A soft blush warmed her cheeks as the events of the previous night, replayed in her mind.
She stretched, her limbs feeling both heavy and exquisitely light. The spot next to her was empty. Typical Lucian. Always the elusive phantom after he’d thoroughly claimed his pound of flesh.
Her gaze drifted to the bedside table, where a crisp white note lay folded neatly. Her breath hitched. She picked it up, her fingers tracing the bold strokes of his name.
“Back before 10:30 AM, Serena. Unless, of course, you wish for punishment.”
The words, sta
