Dominic’s POV
The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the nightstand as Mara's absence echoed in the empty room.
My skin felt sticky, marked by the frenzy I'd unleashed on her, but it was all tainted now with her secrets, my rage, and the hollow satisfaction that followed.
I stripped off my shirt and pants, kicking them aside, the cool air hitting my bare body like a slap. The bathroom door swung shut behind me, and I twisted the shower knob, steam rising fast as hot water cascaded over my shoulders.
I lathered up, scrubbing away the sweat and the faint scent of her perfume clinging to my groin, but my mind wouldn't rinse clean.
Callie, always f*****g Callie, flashing through my thoughts like a fever dream. The way she'd looked last night, spent and glowing under me.
