Chapter 280 Six Feet Under

Iris felt the wetness between her legs, the slick evidence of her arousal despite the bitterness in her heart.

Iris clenched the blanket tighter around her, as if it could shield her from the onslaught of emotions coursing through her.

How could her body react like this? How could it long for the very man who had stolen everything from her?

It made no sense, and yet the truth of it was undeniable. Ross had made her come so many times the night before, she had lost count after the twentieth climax.

The pleasure had been relentless, overwhelming, and completely inescapable. No matter how hard she tried, her body had surrendered to him, again and again.

The shame of it burned in her chest, but what was worse was the flicker of desire that still lingered. How could she despise him so deeply, yet feel this way?

It was as though her body had become a stranger, acting against her will, responding to a force that she didn't understand.