She had trained her whole life to resist temptation.
She would not fall now.
She would never fall.
Instead, she would make sure to report this matter to the chruch, and have those shameless sinners face the consequences of their actions.
But even as she thought it, a small part of her—dark, secret, and traitorous—laughed mockingly.
Because deep down, she knew the truth, and it was already too late.
***
Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Liam shifted lazily on the bed.
A slow, predatory smile curled across his lips as he gazed up at the ceiling.
He could still taste her embarrassment in the air, a sweet, delicious flavor.
Lilith's voice echoed softly in his mind, a purr of satisfaction.
[She's trembling, darling. Poor thing doesn't even know how deeply she's already yours.]
Liam chuckled low under his breath.
He hadn't even touched her, neither had he whispered a word, and yet, he could already feel that she was on the brink of falling apart.
