Zara’s POV
I should be mad, furious that he broke into my room and let himself into my shower, but I’m not. I knew he was there, before he even entered the bathroom, I knew it. Like a sensor in my body, I felt the electricity that only comes from being near him. I didn’t turn around though, I waited, wanting to see what he would do, and he didn’t disappoint.
As soon as he steps in behind me, I play my hand, grabbing him and bringing him to his knees in front of me, feigning surprise as I relish the power, he so easily hands over to me.
His apology is sincere, I can see it, and it only burns the fire inside of me hotter. It’s not often that you get a man as strong and dominating as Gerrard Tierra on his knees begging you to forgive him.
I need him, dammit! The flames of desire I’ve been
