PROLOGUE
How far wouldyou go for desire?
You think you know the answer, but you have clarity now. A moment of calm. You’re thinking clearly, weighing right from wrong with a careful hand.
But desire isn’t so still and deliberate. Desire is an inferno, raging, and you there lost in the heat of the moment, with only the demands of your wretched body crying out for satisfaction. Chorusing louder. Drowning out everything but the tight coil in your bloodstream. That sweet ache between your thighs. Wanting. Needing. Whatever it takes to be satisfied.
Would you beg me for it, what it takes to quench that desire?
Swift beckoning fingers. A slow, searching tongue.
The rough thrust of a merciless cock.
Yes, I think you would.
And once you’d had a taste of that pleasure, how could you ever give it up? Would you sacrifice your sanity, cross lines you swore you’d never breach?
I did. For her.
The sharp need in her voice as she begged for her pleasure. The slick clench of her release. The glorious sight of her down on her knees before me: eyes heavy with surrender; mouth eagerly worshipping my cock.
She consumed me, body and soul. And now I’ll pay the price for my weakness.
But so will she.
Her words may be false, but her body can’t lie. Desire is the one true thing left between us, still binding our fates. A chain. A curse.
A weapon.
Desire was my undoing, but now?
Desire will be her ruin.