The Billionaire's Dangerous Claim
he mentioned casually, as if he hadn't just shattered me body and soul.
I dashed from the bed with surprising speed despite my soreness, fleeing into the bathroom.
Opting against his lavish bathtub, I stepped into the expansive shower, tapping a button to activate the rainfall setting.
Leaning my forehead against the cool, smooth tile, I let the hot water cascade over me, washing away sweat and evidence but not the marks, not the memories.
Hugging my belly tenderly, I smiled foolishly, like a child gifted her deepest wish.
The intimate moments replayed vividly: his dominance, the pain-laced pleasure, the dark thrill of being utterly his, even if briefly.