The royal apothecary is a place of secrets, and tonight, I find myself lingering over the scent of crushed herbs and forbidden elixirs. But it's not the remedies that have my pulse racing—it's the memory of the stable hand who caught me here last night. His calloused fingers traced the curve of my hip as he pinned me against the shelves, his breath hot on my neck. "You smell like sin," he growled, and gods, I let him prove it. The way his cock filled me, rough and relentless, left me trembling. Tonight, I wonder who else might stumble upon me in the shadows... #ForbiddenPleasures #RoyalSecrets