The car pulled up to Harper's modest apartment building under the cover of night, the engine's low rumble cutting off as Julius killed the ignition. Streetlights cast long shadows across the cracked sidewalk..
She could hear the distant hum of city traffic and was thankful she lived in a reserved neighborhood; it was private. Unlike the traffic that somehow reminded her how exposed she was—paparazzi could be anywhere, sniffing out scandals like blood in the water.
Her body still hummed from the chaos of the evening, p***y sore and slick with the remnants of Julius's brutal load.
She tried not think of how far she'd fallen into this web of secret lusts. Raymond's possessive touch lingered in her mind like a brand, but Julius's raw dominance had carved deeper tonight, leaving her bruised
