“Was it everything you fantasized?” he murmured, dragging a single knuckle down her spine making her wriggle.

She gasped at the contact, It was maddening how gentle he could be or how gentle he chose to be, when he could have torn her apart the way she wanted to be torn.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “More.”

His hand fisted her hair and yanked her head back harshly. “You like playing prey,” he said. “But the thing about being prey, sweetheart…” he bent ...