Episode 7: The First Fall
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Seraphina had never let a man control her.
Not in business. Not in war. And certainly not in the dark.
Yet here she was, her wrists bound behind her back with Kieran Blackwell’s silk tie, her bare skin pressed against the cool glass of his penthouse window.
Thirty floors above the city.
Anyone looking up from the streets below would see nothing but golden light spilling from the massive windows.
But if they could see inside…
Her breath hitched as Kieran’s lips brushed against her shoulder, his hands tracing down her waist, slow and deliberate. A man in total control.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured against her skin.
Seraphina smirked, her pulse racing. She wasn’t trembling. She was burning.
“I thought you didn’t like liars,” she shot back.
Kieran chuckled—a deep, dark sound that made her stomach tighten.
“Let’s test that, shall we?”
His hands skimmed lower, fingertips barely grazing her inner thigh. Just enough to tease. To taunt.
Seraphina refused to give him the reaction he wanted.
She tilted her head, meeting his gaze in the glass reflection. Daring him.
“You think you can break me?” she whispered.
Kieran’s smirk deepened. Like a wolf cornering his prey.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He leaned in, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “I think you want me to.”
A sharp, traitorous heat rushed through her.
She should fight. She should push back.
But when his hands finally gripped her hips and pulled her back against him—firm, commanding, inescapable—
She realized something far more dangerous.
She didn’t want to escape at all.
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