Morning light filtered through the curtains, causing morning to pour in, shining on her face.
Olivia turned, her body aching in places she hadn't expected. When she tried to shift, a sharp throb ran through her thighs and lower back. She let out a small, involuntary whimper, choosing stillness instead.
This was what you got for disobeying Dylan. For trying to challenge his word, for daring to act on impulse. The price of defiance was pain, sweet, bruising pain, the kind that lingered long after pleasure had faded.
She should have known better than to sneak into a club behind his back, especially to do something he'd warned her against. She should have known better than to test him.
Now, she did.
