The door to the Rue de Rivoli penthouse clicked open with a soft beep, and Rhys stepped inside, the city's night glow casting long shadows across the minimalist luxury.
Eleanor stood by the window, back turned, her black sheath dress clinging to every curve like liquid sin.
The chateau's humiliations burned fresh. Vivian's parade of Sophia, Julian's shameless flirting, the family's barren verdict. But here, in her secret sanctuary, she reclaim power. Or try.
"Lock the door," she ordered without turning, voice husky from brandy and tears, laced with command. "And strip."
Rhys's gray eyes darkened with predatory amusement, his c**k already twitching in his slacks from her desperate call.
He complied deliberately. His leather jacket shrugged off, sweater yanked over his head to bare h
