2 ~ Forbidden Desires Unleashed 

Morning light sliced through the thin curtains, painting stripes across Victor’s bare back. He was already up—shirtless, jeans slung low, standing at the kitchen counter grinding coffee beans. The rich, dark scent filled the cabin, mixing with the faint musk of last night still clinging to my skin.

I stayed rooted by the door a minute longer, wrists faintly tender from the belt, ass deliciously sore. Every shift of my hips reminded me how thoroughly he had taken me apart. 

My cock twitched at the memory.

He must have heard me stir because he glanced over his shoulder. Those gray eyes caught mine and held....