The Wrong Suite, the Right Stranger

A Taste of Sin

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A Taste of Sin

Clara

The steaming hot water beat against my neck and shoulders, soothing the tight knots locked deep inside my muscles. For two days, exhaustion had weighed down my limbs like lead, but the burning torrent stripped it away, washing clean the sweat, the headache, and the lingering filth of the worst weekend of my life. The lighter purple bruises scattered along my collarbones seemed to soften ben