My First Surrender: Bath of Fire in the Thieves’ Cave
Adila’s steamy little cave deep in the rock. Water steaming hot around my chest. Naked, exposed. Heart hammering like a war drum. Months of hell behind me—capture, beatings, filth. Now this. Adila’s hands promising softness. Aldo’s eyes hungry but gentle. No turning back. I sank deeper, skin prickling. Fear twisted with something electric, unknown. My…