Reign carried Lydia to the bed, one foot planted on the carpet, the other knee pinning her arm down as he loomed over her in silence, gaze dark with intent. Without a word, he reached down and began to unbutton her blouse.

Lydia resisted, her voice a soft whimper. “Professor Hawke, my back still hurts…”

He made a soft sound of acknowledgment, casually pulling a pillow to slip under her waist, and then slowly, deliberately, slid her blouse out from under her. Reaching down, ...