Mommy is mine!

Rolan stood outside the bathroom, waiting for Rose to finish her shower and clean herself up. He had wanted to go in with her, but she refused, insisting she could handle it on her own.

She should have been weak after what they had done—she shouldn't have been able to walk properly. And yet, she said she was fine.

She was different now. Today, she had surrendered to him completely, letting herself go in his arms. The passion they had shared still burned in his mind, making him wonder if it had truly been her. Rose had moaned under him, her body yielding so easily, as if she had never fought against him before. The memory of it was intoxicating.

A soft click sounded as the bathroom door opened. Rose stepped out, her face flushed from the heat of the shower, dressed in the fresh clothes he had ordered for her. She barely spared him a glance before moving her lips to speak.

"Why are you standing there? Don't you have somewhere else to be?" she asked coldly.