Daniel’s POV
The room’s private suite still hummed with Serena Voss’s presence, her taste lingering on my lips like a drug I couldn’t quit. Her body pressed against the velvet wall, her gasps as my fingers found her p***y, the way she’d arched for me, wet and wanting, before reality snapped her back and she fled.
I sat on the leather couch, the whiskey glass all sweaty in my hand, my heart pounding with something I hadn’t felt in years.
Love.
The word felt foreign, dangerous, but undeniable.
I’m not used to feeling like this. Hung up on one girl. Thinking about her constantly. Wondering what she’s doing, where she’s at, how she’s feeling.
A darker part of me - the part that had offered to make her my mistress still craved her with no strings, a fantasy I couldn’t shake. I hated m
