Twice His Sin

lush white carpet. She hadn't slept. Not because the bed wasn't soft

eft. No words. No smirk. No smug farewell

ng territory, and then disappeare

n his house. Wearing his silk. Surround

bathroom. Mirrors on every wall. Light th

he counter in thic

ake yourself at home.

me?" she muttered. "Like

er skin. When she emerged, a new set of clothes had appeared on th

ng,* she thought. *

been there-coffee brewed, a slice of toast on a plate, avocado sliced t

alculating one second, tender the next. Sh

moment a reminder that her life had become a stage-and

he didn't have to look. She felt his presence

ually buttoning his s

N

ly. Have you alway

survival

arrowing slightly

," she snapped. "Thanks for breakfast. A

's your way of sa

enced her. It wasn't threatening. It was... kno

nd came to rest on the back of

toy with you. If I undress you, it'll be to worship you. And if

ed beneath her skin. *Don't

beg," she

ved into somethin