Heena stared at the heavy, dark stain on his trousers, the undeniable map of her own ruin, and then into the dark, predatory depths of his eyes.
She realized that she had no choice but to comply. He had dismantled her dignity and turned her release into his leverage.
Yet, as she looked at him, a traitorous spark of joy flickered in her chest.
She felt a lightness, a sense of being truly alive that she hadn't experienced since her long ago.
She took his hand.
"Good girl," Alex said quietly, helping her step out.
The cool night air hit her the moment she stepped out, and she immediately understood what she had forgotten in the heat of the cabin.
She had nothing on underneath.
Without the silk barrier of her panties, the breeze was a sharp, intrusive caress against her already hypersensitive skin.
