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?

I used warm oil. Then cold steel. You moaned. You bled. You begged. You succumbed to pain and pleasure.

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.…