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Chapter 59: The Shades of Lust

ผู้เขียน: Marie Jessette
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-07 19:55:12

Katarina’s POV – Mountain Safehouse

I couldn’t sleep.

The fire was out, but my skin still burned.

Everywhere he’d touched me—his paintbrush, his fingers—it lingered. Between my thighs. Along my spine. The circles he’d drawn over my breasts. The way he whispered behind my ear like sin dripped from his teeth.

I’d showered. Dried. Pulled on a fresh robe.

Still tingled.

Still ached.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The ache in my thighs hadn’t gone away. It just simmered lower, darker.

He hadn’t even fucked me.

And still, my body betrayed me.

I slipped out of the makeshift bed. The fireplace burned low. Shadows danced against the walls. I crept down the hall barefoot, robe tied loose, heart hammering for reasons I didn’t want to name. The floor creaked beneath my bare feet as I crept down the hall. His room was dim, the fireplace flickering low. I pushed the door open slowly, and it creaked open.

Vittorio was asleep.

For the first time since I met him, he looked… vulnerable.

Shirtless. One
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