Alexander’s POV

It’s past midnight when I step into my penthouse.

The ringing in my head hasn’t stopped, but the wicked thrill that buzzed through me earlier today has subsided a great deal, leaving in its wake an emptiness I’m well accustomed to.

My fingers slide through my hair as I step into black slides and head for my bedroom.

As if what I’ve done to her is not already enough. I was going to use her—use her in the most objectifying and cruel way possible. And for what?

To get ...