I thought he’d be satisfied. After what he’d just done to me after wringing every orgasm out of my body until I couldn’t breathe—I thought Damien would finally let me rest.
But he didn’t.
When my trembling body tried to sink into the sheets, his hand caught my jaw, dragging my face back up. His eyes were molten, dangerous.
“You think I’m finished with you?” His voice was low, sharp. “Princess, I’m just getting started.”
My lips parted to beg, but he shoved something between them before I could speak—a gag, leather straps buckled tight behind my head. I moaned, muffled, the humiliation burning hot inside me.
Then came the blindfold. The world went dark, my pulse spiking as fear tangled with arousal.
“Perfect,” Damien growled, his hand dragging down my throat, reminding me of his contr
