My hands clutched his shirt, my nails digging into his back as he thrust into me with a raw, savage force. The risk was insane, but the rush was even more so, a potent mix of fear and ecstasy. I wanted to scream, to cry out, to moan his name, but I couldn't. I had to stay silent, had to keep the secret of our shameful union hidden. And then, just as I was on the verge of breaking, of giving in to the overwhelming pleasure, I heard Nash turn the corner.
But Luther was faster. Just as Nash rounded the corner, Luther scooped me up and carried me to a room nearby that the maids often used to relax and gossip. It was a huge risk—the door was right across the hallway from the living room, and one could see half of it from where Nash was standing. But he took the risk, carrying me in and slammin
