I barely had the strength to move when Lust dragged me from the bed. His grip was tight like I was a piece of property, not a person. My legs trembled, hips sore and leaking, c**k still throbbing weakly with a need I barely recognized. He led me through winding corridors, past flickering torches casting long shadows on cold stone walls, until we reached a massive black marble tub steaming with dark water.
“Get in,” Lust ordered. I hesitated, but his eyes bored into me—no patience for weakness. I sank into the water, and the chill hit me immediately, biting at my raw skin, sending a shock through every nerve ending.
Lust followed, stepping into the bath behind me. His body pressed close, heat radiating even in the cold water. He didn’t touch me gently. His hands gripped my hips, lifting m
