TESSA

The private villa on the island was supposed to be paradise. Crystal blue water, white sand beaches, and complete isolation. Instead it felt like a gilded cage closing in around me. Victor had gone straight into his study after we arrived, barking orders into his phone about some merger. He had barely looked at me since we landed.

I stood on the balcony of the master bedroom, staring at the ocean, my body still aching from the plane. Taylor’s cum had dried on my inner thighs during the short drive from the landing strip. Every time I moved I felt the sticky reminder of what I had done. What...