The sun hurt. Aria woke slowly, her body throbbing with a deep, intimate ache she'd never experienced.
She was naked in Julian's bed — his silk sheets, his scent surrounding her, his arm heavy across her waist.
Panic crashed through her like ice water. She looked at him and remembered everything. The party. The drive. The way he'd taken her, claimed her, made her scream his name while he spilled inside her.
Stepbrother. CEO. Forbidden. She was going to be sick.
Aria moved carefully, extracting herself from his grip, her body screaming in protest. She was so sore, her thighs sticky with his release, her skin marked with bruises and bites.
She found her torn dress on the floor, covered herself as best she could, and fled. The hallway was silent. The house empty. She made it to her room
