He had never seen a woman tremble like that after a whole night of desire… But when Sebastian saw the blood-stained sheet, he understood that he had not shared his bed with just another fling, but with a secret that could destroy everything.
Sebastian didn’t manage to move. Valentina was already out of bed. She wrapped herself in the sheet as best she could, her breath ragged, and looked at him with such real despair that his blood ran cold. “Don’t open it,” he whispered. The doorbell rang again. Long. Insistent. As if the person on the other…
