The silk had burned faint red marks into Jenna’s wrists. She hadn’t slept a second. The night had been a blur of humiliation, heat, and confusion, Kaelion’s lips still ghosted her skin, but the absence of him had been worse.
By the time the morning sun filtered through the tall windows, her eyes were swollen, her throat raw from whispering pleas that went unanswered.
She yanked free of the knots only when a Maren arrived, startled to find her still bound. Jenna dressed quickly, ashamed, refusing to meet her eyes.
When she finally stepped into the corridor, she felt like every gaze followed her. Like everyone knew.
At the company headquarters, Jenna forced her shoulders back, trying to focus on numbers and meetings, but her thoughts kept circling back to him. His cruelty. His tenderness
