The warehouse air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of dust and faint metallic tang. Bella’s pulse raced, her wrists bound tightly by the silk ties Adrian had cruelly secured. Her chest heaved, not just from fear, but from the lingering traces of heat she could not fully control. Every nerve in her body seemed to vibrate with anticipation and dread, the memory of Damien’s possessive hands flashing in her mind like a painful, delicious echo. She pressed her thighs together instinctively, cursing herself for the traitorous shiver that traveled through her at the memory of his dominance.
Adrian, sensing her inner turmoil, leaned closer with a sinister smirk. “You can’t resist it, can you?” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. “Even as you despise me, your body betrays you
