Serah woke to sunlight streaming through her small window and the immediate, visceral memory of Damien's mouth on her body.
Her face flushed hot as the events of the previous night replayed in vivid detail. The way he'd looked at her. The things he'd said. The absolutely devastating pleasure he'd wrung from her body until she'd been sobbing with the intensity of it.
"I'm making you mine, Aria. Piece by piece. Orgasm by orgasm."
She pressed her hands to her burning cheeks, trying to calm her racing heart. She had work in an hour. Had to face him again. Had to somehow act normal when nothing about this situation was normal anymore.
Her phone buzzed....her work phone this time. A text from Mrs. Chen.
Sarah, Mr. Blackwood requests you bring his breakfast to the private study at 8 AM. He has something to discuss with you regarding your duties.
Aria's stomach flipped. The gift. He'd mentioned a gift last night, something she'd wear for him. Something "educational."
