POV: ALARIC
The room still smelled of her–faint traces of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled from where I had fucked her until her voice broke.
I had brought the sex from the mini room to the main bedroom. I wanted to mark every corner of this room with our sin. And I almost did.
Just a few more corners left.
She had clawed at my back, bitten into my shoulder, screamed my name like she had nothing left in her world but me.
And for a while, that was all I needed.
Now, reality had crept back in.
I sat at the edge of the bed, naked, one hand dragging through my damp hair while the other scrolled through the endless stream of disaster flooding my inbox.
The Scotland branch was bleeding money. Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes and cutting off my supply chain.
I exhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Valor Lante was behind this. That much was clear. But they weren't attacking directly. They were using Belinzo.
