Chapter 35: His Doe
STELLA
Again, I f****d my ex-husband’s stepbrother, and there was nothing to be sorry for. I hated it too... but just as much as I wanted him.
Rhys had helped me wash up in the bathroom, running warm water over my skin, scrubbing my thighs with care, and even—against my own self-control—sliding a finger inside me again.
Seven orgasms in a row. Seven heart-stopping, mind-numbing, sweet explosions. I’d never felt anything as ecstatic as that.
While the early sun rays penetrated the window, I rolled to the side of the bed but didn’t reach for him.
His warmth lingered in the sheets, in the smell of him, in my own trembling skin—but he was gone. The bed felt emptier than it should.
It was morning already.
I yawned, stretching, feeling a curious surge of energy pul
