THIRD PERSON POV
The note was waiting for her when she woke, resting on the pillow where Alexander’s head had been. His scent lingered, sharp and intoxicating, the paper folded with crisp precision.
Come bare. Come naked. The Black Chamber awaits.
Selene’s stomach fluttered. Her pulse skipped. She rose from the sheets, still sore from the denial he’d left her in the night before. Every step carried the throb of need. She obeyed the command—heels only, diamonds glittering at her throat, her body otherwise untouched, unadorned.
The iron doors opened with a groan, and the chamber welcomed her with low candlelight and silence.
Alexander was already there, seated in his massive leather chair like a king. He rose the moment her heels clicked against the stone. His eyes drank her in, the sha
