219. BEG ME WITH YOUR DELICIOUS MOUTH
SIGRID
I finally let the nightgown slip to the floor and walked naked toward the bathroom, knowing that not even all the ice in the world could put out this fire.
Where is Silas?
I lifted my toned leg over the thick wooden rim and sank into the round tub filled with freezing water, chunks of ice floating on the surface.
“Mmm,” I moaned, slightly relieved from the heat burning inside me.
“Was I too harsh on him? Is he hurt? Does he resent me, hate me?”
“Better if he hates Electra. Better that wa