The silence was blistering.
Selene laid on her side, staring at the man who had just smashed her body and exposed every bit of her restraint. Darius's fingers still clung on her skin, warm and possessive. His breath was stable, but his eyes did not move from hers.
Not once.
“You okay?” he asked, voice husky.
She nodded slowly. “I should ask you that.”
He laughed softly, but there was something dark in it. Something that vibrates underneath like a warning. “I’ve never been better. Or more f**ked.”
She traced his chest with a lazy finger, but her mind wasn’t lazy at all. It was spiraling.
This wasn’t just s*x. Not anymore.
This was obsession disguised as pleasure. Power disguised as surrender.
Darius didn’t just want her. He needed her.
And for the first time, she wondered if she
