(Rosiean Liliana St. Clair’s Point of View)

What occurred earlier in the morning was scorching. Definitely fucking hot. My body was trembling, but it craved more. And as I said, all of this was not ending soon yet.

“Baby.” As Sergio's arms wrapped around my waist, I carefully put the glass filled with water on the countertop next to it.

“Yeah?” I looked at him with a bemused expression on my face, despite the fact that I already knew what was about to happen and was prepared for it.

“He is waiting down at the wine cellar.” He spoke in reverent whispers alongside my ears.

I nodded and ran my...