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?
My lace. Your weakness. My rules. Worship me in silence or suffer the tease and be denied.
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.…
The sun was setting over the bustling city, casting a golden glow over the towering skyscrapers. Sunny strolled down the sidewalk, her high heels clicking against the pavement with a confident rhythm. She was a vision of youthful beauty, with…