Aria swore she wouldn’t come back.
Not because she didn’t want to. She did. Desperately. But that was the problem. She’d spent three days feeling like her skin didn’t fit. Nothing soothed the ache between her legs. Not a hot bath. Not her own hands under the covers at night. Not even the memory of his voice saying kneel replaying in her head like a forbidden prayer.
She didn’t know his name.
He hadn’t touched her beyond a hand in her hair and a ghost of a kiss.
And yet…
He lived under her skin now.
So on the third night, dressed in black again, with no panties and no plan, she took a car back to The Velvet Room.
This time, the door opened before she even reached it.
A different woman greeted her in the velvet hallway. This one was younger, in leather and lace. Her voice was light w
