Morning sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, spilling warm rays across the room. Mia propped herself up on her elbows and looked at the man beside her.
The tips of her fingers grazed his torso.
He had the kind of body women desired—all sculpted muscle and strength.
One word appeared in her mind.
Monster.
Her body ached as if it might break.
Mia slid off the bed, intending to wash up, but her legs felt weak as she walked, forcing her to push herself forward.
She stood in front of the mirror, toothbrush in hand. Then she froze, blinking at her own reflection. Her neck and breasts were marked with deep, reddened traces he had left behind.
He had been relentless, leaving his hunger etched across her skin.
Between her thighs, the lingering evidence remained—slick and full from him.
A quiet bloom of satisfaction settled in her chest. The first step had been a success.
