I barely made it back to my room before my legs gave out again. I collapsed onto my bed, heart still racing, thighs sticky with the evidence of my depravity. The apology to Mom had been humiliating in its own way — standing there with Daddy's orders fresh in my mind and my p***y still pulsing from that powerful orgasm, knowing I was lying through my teeth while his invisible claim marked my skin.
But instead of shame, all I felt was a dark, thrilling heat pooling low in my belly.
Kane hadn't even touched me yet, and I was already ruined for anyone else.
A soft knock sounded on my door. Before I could answer, it opened. Kane stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him. He was still in his partially unbuttoned shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the powerful man who had
