Creed’s pov.
I expected her to disobey me, but colour me surprised when I saw Cora trudging down the stairs around eight am with a small smirk on her face.
I expected her to shy away or at least act embarrassed given what happened yesterday, but if anything she was even bolder.
Yesterday felt like some sort of fever dream to me and even though it had killed me to leave her there after I’d smelled how ready she was for me I knew that I had to, if not for anything but to put her through as much torture as she put me through on a daily basis.
Even though it had also been torture for me to leave like that. She looked so f*****g ethereal on that counter yesterday, her legs were spread, her shirt was on the counter in a small pile by her hips and her body seemed to quiver with anticipati
