My ankle cuffs have bells. My leash glows. My collar? I snapped it on your neck and made you walk behind me.

Consent? Baby, it’s earned—and begged for.

I strutted into the dimly lit bar, my tight pencil skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse…

He wasn’t wrong. I’d come for him, driven by a need I couldn’t name—a mix of vengeance for…

The air crackled, electric with their mutual loathing and lust, as Jace’s eyes darkened, his control fraying at…