The room was a crucible of unspoken promises, thick with the scent of polished leather and the faint tang of nervous sweat. Cherry stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse suite, her wild crimson hair cascading over the bare…

I hated the truth in his words, the way my body betrayed me, clenching around his cock as I neared the edge. But I needed more than just his dick to get me there. As if reading my mind, he…

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…

Consent is earned. My rules. My game. You play or you leave. Do you consent to Mistress River?

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.…