Chapter One – Arrival & The First Games

The crush of the egg against her cervix already has her breathless by the time they pull up to the wrought-iron gates. Lucien doesn't touch her, but his eyes burn into the side of her face as the car rolls over the cobbles. His attention is a weight, a heat, a promise.

Camille stumbles out on shaking legs when the driver opens the door, grabs her silk-wrapped elbow to steady her. "Breathe, my heart. Not yet. Behave." His voice is low and cool, a ...