The lingering warmth of their bodies slowly faded as Cassius stepped away. Rose watched him move with a strange mix of longing and resentment swirling within her.
His words, his possessiveness, stirred something within her, a confusing blend of fear and a reluctant thrill.
She stood for a moment, the echoes of their shared intimacy still clinging to the air, before turning and stepping into the bathroom.
The warm spray of the shower was a welcome contrast to the chill that had begun to settle over her. As the water cascaded down her skin, she couldn't help but replay their encounter in her mind, the raw pleasure, his intense gaze, and the possessive growl that vibrated through her.
'He truly believes I belong to him.' she thought, a shiver tracing its way down her spine. The idea was both terrifying and, inexplicably, a little intoxicating. She hated that she felt this way, hated that he had this effect on her, but denying it felt like a futile exercise.
