Lydia stared blankly at the ceiling of Reign’s apartment, her body still pulsing with the remnants of pleasure that left her both exhausted and painfully alert. Clarity hit her hard. She despised Reign with every fiber of her being.

But she despised herself even more.

She’d started this mess. If she hadn’t initiated things with Reign, she wouldn’t be neck-deep in this twisted, degrading situation. She’d known it was a reckless move, yet here she was, ...