Hazel's lips quivered as Francisco's cold lips touched her navel. She closed her eyes and placed her hand over them, unable to face the reality of her own vulnerability. She understood that she had become weak to him, ready to spread her legs until her desire was fulfilled.

Outside, the sky was black with clouds, and the rumble of thunder echoed, mirroring Hazel's inner turmoil. The restlessness, guilt, and pleasure all swirled within her heart, a storm of emotions as chaotic as the ...