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I left my phone in the dressing room.
12
Vlad
Iturn on the shower and strip. The ensuite fills with steam, the tension loosening as the warmth eases the ache in my muscles.
I wanted to toy with Morgana because she was pissing me off with her questions, but now I feel like a fool. Something unexpected passed between us, and it can't be undone. As much as I need her to play her role, I don't want her to capitulate entirely. I respect her convictions, and that's an unexpected sensation.
It felt so good to kiss her. Her body was tense in my arms, eyes blazing with anger, yet she gave me her lips. It's so satisfying totastethe fight in a woman.
I'm willing to stand beside Morgana at the altar with blood on my hands. Hektor may be dead, but how can I swear to honor and protect my wife if the man who tried to hit her yesterday is still breathing? Vito Serra has zero chance of survival, even if he tells me what I want to know. Once I get what I need, I'll kill him, regardless.
I see a sliver of fabric on the tiled floor. When I stoop to investigate, my breath catches in my throat.
Morgana's panties, if they can be called that. Nothing more than a scrap of peach cotton. I hold them to my nose and inhale deeply.
A fresh, zesty tang. The unique scent of my fiancé's pussy, the pussy I swore never to touch without her consent.
I return to the bathroom and take the panties under the running water. My cock is painfully hard, and I lean against the cool tile, gripping my shaft to relieve the ache.
I never said I wouldn't jerk off to her.
I wrap the panties around my hand, so the part that touched Morgana is rubbing along my length. A moan escapes me as I work my cock, pumping firmly.
Fuck. I'd love to have her on her knees in front of me right now. Watching her eyes widen as I push my cock right to the back of her—
My shaft thickens in my hand, and my knees threaten to buckle as I come. I bow my head, panting as I recover.
The thought of her pushed me over the edge and into bliss. That never happened before, not so quickly.
I thought I was in control, but I'm not sure anymore.
I rinse off and scrub shampoo through my hair, trying to wash my doubt away. Morgana is stunning, and her attitude toward me is refreshingly shitty, but that's no big deal. I like her. So what?
It's fine. She's not getting to me.
* * *
Morgana
I know I could follow Vlad, but I don't think I should after what just happened between us. Can I trust myself not to jump his bones?
A distant sound of running water. I'm too late. He's in the shower.
I can sleep in these clothes, but there's no way I can relax without my phone beside me, and I left it on top of the vanity unit in the dressing room.
I peer around the door, relieved to see that he is indeed in the ensuite. Steam billows out from a gap in the sliding panel.
Ignore him. Get your phone.
As I reach the vanity, I hear his voice.
"Morgana."
Fuck!
I wheel around and freeze, but Vlad is still in the shower. How did he see me? He couldn't possibly have heard me over the pounding of the water.
