CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: PUZZLED

Grant POV

The red room didn’t carry the same energy it had when I fucked Nova in here. Now it felt desecrated by the bitch kneeling on the floor. Every woman I’d dragged into this space had been nothing but a warm cunt to punish and send off with a few dollars. Nova was the exception.

Tonight, though, the room reeked of the usual leather, smoke, and sex. Normally that smell lit me up. Now it just pressed down on me, heavy, suffocating.

And there she was, the ...