The morning sun cut through the penthouse windows, glinting on the polished marble floor. Aria sat at the breakfast bar, trying to steady her trembling hands. The events of the past nights—Ethan’s dominance, the erotic intensity, the way he claimed her—still left her body humming with heat.

She wasn’t prepared for what awaited her today.

A knock on the penthouse door startled her. Ethan, as usual, didn’t bother. He was already behind her, dark eyes scanning her with that predatory ...