CHAPTER 018: More Heat At Rose's Bane

I remember thinking Desiree's hair is beautiful when dry—wild, curly, and full of life. But now, with her hair wet and clinging to her face, it looks even more mesmerizing. It’s as if the wet strands are accentuating her features, creating a look so stunning I can hardly find the right words to describe it.

The music ends.

“Alexa, now play ‘Streets’ by Doja Cat,” Desiree says.

As the soft music pours out of the speakers, Desiree takes off her clothes.

The more she strips, the closer she walks to where I’m sitting. Each item is tossed carelessly to the ground—first her gown, then her necklace, followed by her earrings. Her shoes drop with a soft thud, and soon after, her bra and panties join the pile. With each step closer, the air between us thickens. Her movements are growing more intimate, more daring.

Finally, she’s standing right in front of me, completely naked.

I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“Can I cuff you?” she asks.

I blink, confused. “Cuff me? As in handcuffs?”

“Yes