Cowering before a man who terrifies me, and I’m flushed with heat and hunger.
Owned by a man who makes my blood sing and my skin prickle and my core clench with something I’ve never felt before…
… and I want it all so bad I can hardly breathe.
I hate myself for that. All the little things happening in my body, I hate each and every one of them.
I despise how my breath comes in shallow gasps.
My n*****s have hardened against the silk of this godforsaken dress, and I want to rip them off and throw them away forever.
This liquid warmth seeping through my limbs like honey, pooling between my thighs, heating my lower belly into something molten and alive? It’s awful, awful, awful.
Lukas watches me struggle. His gray eyes track every micro-expression that passes across my face. There’s no
