SOPHIA

The drive to Cain’s remote cabin felt like descending into hell wrapped in velvet. My thighs still ached from yesterday’s office encounter, and his dried cum had left faint, flaky trails under my blouse the entire way to campus. I hadn’t dared wash it off. Every time I moved, I felt it—his mark on me.

The cabin was deep in the woods, miles from any signal or help. When I pulled up, Cain was already waiting on the porch, wearing a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans that hugged his powerful thighs. His gray eyes gleamed with dark anticipation as I stepped out of the...