I didn’t sleep.
How could I?
My robe was still on the balcony floor. My thighs ached from being stretched, used. My lips were tender, bruised from Leo’s kisses, and my breasts still tingled from Dominic’s teeth. My skin was painted in fingerprints. My soul… stained.
I didn’t regret a second of it.
When the sun spilled across the marble tiles, I finally crawled out of bed and slipped into a silk blouse and short black skirt. No underwear. I was too sore. Too wet. Still burning.
The hallway smelled like leather and gun oil. The Russo estate was always quiet in the mornings. Silent like a church hiding sins in every corner.
I found Dominic in the study, seated behind a massive desk, suited and sharp as ever. His gaze flicked to me. Then down—to the bare skin between my thighs barely hid
