ROBERT POV
I just had the best night of my life. Hands down. No competition. Nothing in my years of existence even came remotely close.
Pauline had flipped my world upside down, set fire to all my expectations, and then danced in the ashes with that wicked little smile of hers.
I thought I had her figured out.
Thought she was sweet, soft, maybe a little shy under all that sass. I’d even convinced myself she might lean toward submission, toward needing our strength to feel safe.
But last night?
She’d wrecked that illusion—and then wrecked us.
She wasn’t submissive.
She was fire. Storm. Fury and hunger and f*****g divine madness, all wrapped up in golden skin, a dangerous smile, and eyes that could bring kingdoms to their knees.
And Goddess, we loved her for it.
I could still feel
