(LANCE)
The abandoned warehouse safe house smelled of rust and river water, but the old industrial shower in the back room still worked. I carried Eliona under the spray without a word, the hot water hitting us like a verdict. Steam rose around our bodies as I pressed her against the tiled wall, her leather cut the only thing left on her shoulders, hanging open like a surrendered flag.
No rush this time.
I wanted it slow. Spectacular. The kind of moment that burns into memory right before everything explodes.
I soaped her breasts with deliberate hands, thumbs circling her stiff n*****s while the water cascaded down her marked skin. She shivered, eyes locked on mine, the fresh bite I’d left on her hip still throbbing red.
“Elena’s betrayal wasn’t about hate,” I murmured, voice low and
