Chapter 3

Elena’s POV

His eyes locked onto me hard from behind, taking in every filthy sign of how bad I needed it—my flushed cheeks burning redder than the fever, my lips all parted and panting like a bitch in heat, and the way my hips kept rolling shamelessly under the water, grinding my soaked cunt against that soapy cloth like I couldn’t stop myself even if the house was on fire.

Richard’s jaw clenched tight, that controlled caretaker mask cracking just enough for the hunger to bleed through, and without a word he tossed the washcloth aside with a wet slap onto the tiles.

“Fuck this teasing shit,” he...