In a room swallowed by silence and dim light, shadows danced against the walls like silent witnesses. Kiara trembled in the arms of the man who ruled her every thought. Asher’s palm moved slowly over her wounded back, his touch a paradox of cruelty and comfort, as though he could erase her pain with the warmth of his hand.
To the world, he was a demon. Ruthless. Wicked. Feared.
But for her, this one fragile soul, there was always something softer. Dark, twisted affection.
As he held her close, his breath steady, his thoughts were anything but calm. The image of her bruised back replayed like a curse in his mind. Fury simmered beneath his skin. She’s mine. Her body. Her soul. Her innocence, everything about her belonged to him.
How dare they touch what’s his?
If there was anyone who co
