“Strip.”
The single word cut through the silence of the playroom like a blade. Vivian stood frozen in the center of the room, heart slamming against her ribs so hard she could feel the pulse in her throat, in her wrists, between her legs.
She’d signed the contract an hour ago. Both copies. Her name beside his in black ink, the pen trembling slightly in her fingers as she wrote. She’d initialed every page. Agreed to every clause. Read every line about limits and protocols and the things he could do to her body.
Now she was his.
Alexander stood by the door, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching her with those dark eyes that seemed to see everything she tried to hide. Every wall she’d built. Every secret she’d buried. Every fantasy she’d never admitted to anyone except a stranger on
