He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving her aching and empty, and before she could protest, he spun her around, pressing her cheek to the glass. Her breath fogged the window as his hands yanked her dress up to her waist,…

He could hardly speak, his voice a breathy mess of pleasure and pain. “Y-yes, Mistress,” he managed, his eyes rolling back in his head as she picked up the pace. His body was her plaything now, and she reveled in…

His grip tightened, and before I could breathe, his mouth crashed into mine, a brutal kiss of teeth and tongue that tasted of sin and vengeance. He devoured me, his stubble scraping my chin raw as his hand slid down…

The room thrummed with a heat that wasn’t just from the flickering candles lining the obsidian walls. It was the kind of heat that clawed at your skin, a fever born from the weight of eyes—hungry, predatory—watching from the shadows.…

His eyes darkened, a storm of secrets and fury, but he didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, he ripped her panties off, the fabric shredding under his impatience, and shoved her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach, vulnerable and…