Sophia couldn’t stop thinking about him. Mr. Victor Lennox. The man who had taken her without mercy that afternoon in Kai’s penthouse when she came looking for her sister. The violation had been brutal—his heavy body pinning her down, his thick c**k forcing its way inside her, the blood staining her thighs as she cried and struggled. She should hate him. She did hate him. But every night since, her body betrayed her. There was a thin, razor-sharp line between hate and something darker, something addictive and poisonous. It wasn’t love. It was hunger. A sick, throbbing need to feel that power again.
Alone in her childhood bedroom at her mother’s house, Sophia scrolled through social media. Victor kept a low but visible profile—business mogul photos, charity galas, that commanding silver-fo
