Chapter 3
Elena’s POV
His eyes locked onto me hard from behind, taking in every filthy sign of how bad I needed it—my flushed cheeks burning redder than the fever, my lips all parted and panting like a b***h in heat, and the way my hips kept rolling shamelessly under the water, grinding my soaked cunt against that soapy cloth like I couldn’t stop myself even if the house was on fire.
Richard’s jaw clenched tight, that controlled caretaker mask cracking just enough for the hunger to bleed through, and without a word he tossed the washcloth aside with a wet slap onto the tiles.
“f**k this teasing s**t,” he growled low, voice rough as gravel as he stared right at my dripping p***y under the water.
His big bare hands dove straight back onto my fever-hot skin, grabbing my aching shoulder
