Chapter Eight
Nina’s POV
I couldn’t stop staring.
The red room pulsed around me like a living thing, shadows dancing across leather and steel. My heart hammered so hard I could hear it in my ears, louder than the muffled chaos somewhere above.
Gunshots. Definitely gunshots.
And shouting. Male voices barking orders.
I should’ve been terrified and I was, part of me was but standing here surrounded by chains and silk and things I’d only ever seen in forbidden corners of the internet, I felt something else entirely.
Fascination.
My fingers traced along the edge of the padded table, feeling the smooth, expensive leather. Everything in here was pristine. Cared for. Used but treasured.
What kind of woman comes here willingly?
The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
What kind of woman
