Cold Shower

Grace

“ I will help you. ” I hear his voice, so close to my lips.

“ Tristin. ” I whimper, my lips pressing to his neck again.

I am so aroused and needy that I feel like I will lose my mind if I don’t do something about it.

My mind is in a haze, completely disconnected with reality.

My fingers weave in his hair, scratching his scalp while my lips trail a path down his skin, roaming every inch of him that I can find.

“ Grace. ” He calls me out. “ You will regret this. I am not Ethan. I am Tristin. ”

His voice hits a cord deep inside me, making a full body shudder roll over me.

“ I-I know. ” But I can’t stop.

His warm breaths hit my ear, pushing me over the edge of control. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to stop.

This is wrong. So wrong Grace.

The ache turns into a pain so strong that it makes me struggle in his arms. I can sense him moving quickly while he talks to Luca.

“ Take these men. And let them know what happens when they touch a woman without her consent. ” His v