POV: Sofia

The cold porcelain of the bathroom counter bit into my bare thighs as I hunched over the burner phone, my breath fogging the screen. My deep obsession has turned to a chemical heat in my veins, sharper than the fading bruises on my ribs that I got from him the last time he flipped on me during the dinner.

He responded...

His body responds to my seduction...

That was the only victory I needed. The rest and his threat, his loyalty to her was just noise. Like a fucking challenge. My fingers, still slick from tracing myself in the last video, typed on the new burner, still using...