The sunlight filtered in through the wide glass windows, casting warm streaks across the lavish black-and-cream sheets.

My body ached in the best way possible — not from pain, but from pleasure, release, and the violent satisfaction of justice.

I stretched like a spoiled cat across Shane’s ridiculously soft mattress, my bare skin brushing the silky sheets, heat still lingering from last night.

I could still taste him on my lips, still hear the breathless moans we shared against that ...