The penthouse was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls as the city lights flickered through the tall windows. Bella sat on the edge of the couch, her wrists still tingling from the silk ties Damien had used to bind her the night before. Her body throbbed in memory, a mixture of pain and pleasure that left her both trembling and exhausted. She could still feel his hands, the press of his lips, the weight of his dominance against her, and it made her pulse spike even now.
Damien moved around her silently, a predator circling his prey, though the intensity in his gaze made it clear he wasn’t hunting—he was claiming. Every step he took toward her drew a shiver from deep within her core, and every glance he shot her way carried a possessive heat that left her both terrified and cravi
