(But she didn't stop.)
Water ran down her body like guilt.
Hot. Heavy. Relentless.
Janelle's back hit the cold tile as Naya pressed in close, her fingers sliding down her ribcage. "You're shaking," she whispered.
"I shouldn't be here," Janelle breathed.
"But you are."
Naya's lips hovered just above hers. Close enough to burn.
"I've made you moan. Made you cry. And now…" Her hand slid lower. "…I'm going to make you beg."
Janelle's breath hitched. "I have someone."
"You had someone," Naya corrected, kissing her neck. "Now you have me."
And Janelle let her.
Lips clashed. Tongues tangled. Hands everywhere.
Naya dropped to her knees in the shower, mouth tracing sinful paths down Janelle's trembling thighs. The steam rose, mixing with Janelle's choked gasp as Naya's mouth found her
Then
Her phone vibrated violently on the counter.
Janelle froze.
Naya didn't stop.
Her hand reached for the sink blindly, fumbling with wet fingers, the screen barely visible through the steam.
It was from Mirabel.
"You disobeyed me."
"And now you'll pay for it."
"Don't come crawling back when I make you watch what loyalty really looks like."
Her chest caved in. Panic wrapped around her ribs.
"Naya stop. Please. I… I need."
But Naya looked up with a wicked smile, lips wet, chin glistening.
"You needed this," she murmured.
Then her mouth returned to its wicked worship, not stopping even when Janelle cried out.
Not stopping when Janelle's legs buckled.
Not stopping when Janelle moaned out a name that wasn't hers.
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Later…
Janelle lay wrapped in a towel on the bed.
Her phone buzzed again.
A photo.
Mirabel. Sitting with a man in a sleek black suit. His hand on her thigh. Her smile… cruel.
"This is what a good girl looks like."
Janelle's breath stilled.
Another message.
"You wanted chaos, baby?"
"Then let's burn."
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To be continued