Sunlight pierced through the half-drawn curtains of the luxurious suite, painting golden stripes across Elowen Ravencroft’s naked body. She stirred slowly, every muscle protesting with a deep, delicious ache. Her thighs were sticky, her core throbbed with the memory of being stretched and filled repeatedly, and faint bruises in the shape of fingerprints decorated her hips and breasts. Bite marks bloomed on her neck and shoulders like dark roses.
For one blissful, disoriented second, she thought it had all been a fevered dream.Then reality crashed down. Draven Calder. The stranger who wasn’t a stranger. Victor’s ruthless rival. The man who had f****d her senseless against a balcony railing while the city watched from below. The raw, filthy things he’d growled in her ear. The way she had sc
