THIRD PERSON’S POV
Lena’s body still trembled from the lashes of Ethan’s discipline, her skin marked by the memory of his hands, her mind dizzy from the loss of control. She lay sprawled across the bed, chest heaving, lips parted, but her eyes—her wild, hazel eyes—never left him.
Ethan stood at the edge of the mattress, undoing the last of his shirt buttons with slow, deliberate movements, as though savoring her gaze on him. The faintest smirk touched his lips.
“You begged for punishment, Lena,” he said, voice low, controlled. “And you’ve taken it well. But discipline is only half the lesson.”
Her pulse raced. “What’s the other half?”
“Reward.”
That single word ignited something inside her—need, hunger, anticipation so fierce she could hardly breathe. She pushed herself up on her elb
