The remote cabin in the woods felt like the edge of the world.
No phones. No windows that could be easily broken. No escape.
Just Victor Voss, the forest, and me.
I woke up the next morning chained to the large bed by my wrists, my arms stretched above my head. The silver cuffs were padded but firm and impossible to slip out of. My legs were free, but I didn’t try to move them. My body was too sore, too used, too satisfied from the night before.
Victor stood at the foot of the bed, watching me.
He was shirtless, wearing only black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The morning light filtering through the trees highlighted every hard line of muscle on his powerful frame. His dark eyes burned with that same primal hunger I had seen the night before.
“You’re awake,” he said, his voic
