Leander said nothing.
Silence stretched—thick, choking.
Her trembling fingers reached for the edge of her dress.
“Don’t look away,” Leander said, voice low. “You offered this. You begged for this. Now I want to see you own it.”
Shame bloomed like fire across her skin as she let the dress fall. Her breath caught, her chest rising and falling as she fought the sob that threatened to escape.
Her fingers moved slower now, not because of hesitation—but because her body felt like it wasn’t hers anymore. Stripped of control and dignity.
And still—Leander stood there.
Watching.
His eyes followed every motion, his breath quiet but sharp. There was no pretense in his gaze—only raw hunger, restrained tightly behind that mask of command.
When she reached her undergarment, her arms froze.
Tea
