He rolled off her and stood, stretching his powerful body. “Shower. Then you’re making breakfast. Naked. I want to watch you move around the kitchen with my c*m still inside you.”
Lila lay there for a moment, catching her breath, body humming with aftershocks. The rational part of her brain screamed that this was wrong, dangerous, that she should call a lawyer or change the locks. But the deeper, darker part—the part that had gotten wet the moment he cornered her outside the lawyer’s office—craved more.
She followed him into the en-suite bathroom, the same one she had used since she was a little girl. The large walk-in shower with its multiple heads felt different now as Kai turned on the water and pulled her under the hot spray with him.
He washed her slowly, possessively—hands soapin
