CASSIAN'S POV
I should give her time to calm down, but I want her exactly like this—shaking, furious, and waiting for me.
Ice bowl balanced in hand, I shut the door. My towel hangs loosely around my waist, brushing against my hardness with each step I take.
Nina lies belly up in bed, just like I asked her to.
I love her when she's obedient, but there's something about her defiance that sends shivers down my spine.
Her chest heaves softly, eyes shut.
I place the cold steel bowl on the vanity table. The neck of a champagne bottle peeks out from the top, but I ignore it. I'll use that later. For now, I can use some darkness.
Nothing like sensory deprivation to make her squirm even more.
I hear her soft gasp when the lights flicker off.
“You okay, princess?” a smile tugs at the
