The next morning dawned with pale light filtering through the cave's entrance.
Bella stirred awake, her body humming with an unfamiliar vitality—muscles loose, skin tingling, as though the night's excesses had somehow renewed her rather than drained her.
But the sensation barely registered. Her mind was already tangled in knots of guilt and lingering heat.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Ross above her, felt the thick drag of him inside her, heard her own shameless cries echoing off the stone walls.
Worse, she remembered Sebastian watching—silent at first, then joining them, his familiar touch mingling with the stranger's brutal rhythm.
She had wanted it all. Still wanted it.
The craving sat low and heavy in her belly, shameful and undeniable.
She turned her head. Ross lay sprawled beside her, still asleep, the sheet tangled low on his hips, his broad chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths.
