Chapter 137 His Sister-n-law Ch5

• Franny shouldn’t have followed him into the bathroom.
• She shouldn’t have let him yank her in by the wrist, slam the door shut behind them while the party roared in the grand hall two floors down. She shouldn’t have let him spin the lock, back her against the sink, and shove her skirt up around her hips like she was a secret he planned to keep chained to the marble forever.
• But here she is — palms braced on cold porcelain, lips bitten raw behind the warm press of his palm. Her eyes flick to the mirror, wide and glassy as he drags her hips back into him.