I woke up to the beautiful side of life...

Just kidding. I was lying alone in Sullivan’s massive bed, not locked in the cold, damp underground cellar as I had been weeks ago.

I was alone under the satin sheets, but my body felt completely renewed, as if every nerve ending had been thoroughly reawakened. A slow, irresistible smile tugged at my lips at the memory of last night. Sullivan had been entirely unhinged when I rode him—unforgiving, possessive, and relentless. A sudden grin broke across my face, though I didn't dare say the quiet part out loud: he had finished completely inside me.

Wait. Damn it.

I sat bolt...