Chapter 30

• Sandro sits, thoroughly enthralled by watching the water cascade down her neck and saturate her bra. She returns his gaze, and that only intensifies her wildness.
• She slips off her wet underwear, and his heart races at the sight of her naked body. It all feels surreal—seeing her pupils dilated as she waits for him to decide how he wants to take her today, her kneeling in the tub with her body exposed. Her wet hair clings to her skin, and her hard nipples glisten with water.
• He brushes her hair aside, always fascinated by its length, texture, and color. Nothing special, his grandmother would say, but for Sandro, it belongs to Anastasia, and that makes it extraordinary.