Winter’s POV

I was ready to risk it all. Ready to trade my soul to the devil if it meant saving my people. I had steeled myself for the violation, the pain, the irreversible surrender. But then, he abruptly stopped.

“I’m a man of morals,” he gloated, the words an absurd mockery coming from a man whose hands and mouth had just claimed every inch of my body moments before. The sudden shift from predator to prude was more jarring than any assault.

I watched him retreat into the bathroom, ...