Chapter 17 is pure sin in sentences—this one’s spicy AF. We’re talking skin-on-skin tension, whispered filth, and a whole lotta heat.
Honestly, it needs a trigger warning for unholy levels of heat and maybe a glass of wine (or three) to survive it.
Read responsibly, hydrate, and maybe do not read in public. Do not blame me if your screen steams up.
You’ve been warned.…
She drops this Friday.
—With love & smut,
✨ Your Favorite Chaos Author