Chapter 38

Eva

I couldn’t recall ever being this disgusted with myself.

Goddess, I was losing my mind. This wasn’t a joke anymore. I’d crossed all the lines. Before, lines had been crossed, but not like this. Dammit, never like this. And now, I felt doomed. The sin I’d committed was too bad. I made out with Cyrus.

We’d been so intimate.

The worst part was how I was still throbbing between my legs, and how the need hadn’t left me. It didn’t matter how much I prayed for this feeling to pass—it persisted. My body was on fire, and the only way to extinguish this fire would be by indulging in what it wanted.

And that was Cyrus.

I cursed him. I hated every inch of him. He’d done this to me and would never have to suffer any of the consequences. Right now, he was probably beyond pleased with himself while I was breaking down.

I took a cold shower. It was incredible that even that didn’t help. My very skin was sensitive now, and the water pressure felt like hands on my back, which transported me