Before me stood something that looked like a man. He was over six feet tall, and his body was corded and rippled with muscle. His handsome – almost beautiful – face was impassive, and dark hair fell thickly to his shoulders. Beneath his brows, his eyes glittered with their own fire.
I stared at him. He was perfect. He was also naked.
After missing her train, a stunning young lawyer ducks into a dusty bookshop as rain hammers the windows and thunder rattles the glass. One book catches her eye, dark, ancient, and practically humming in her hands. Its pages whisper of black magic, sinful rituals, and an incubus who can be summoned to satisfy every filthy craving she has kept locked away for far too long.
With her pulse racing, she gives in. She speaks the words. The air turns thick and warm, and something wicked answers.
He is everything she has ever fantasised about, dominant, relentless, and desperate to please… at first. But the deeper she falls into demonic pleasure, the more the rules begin to twist. Because when you invite a creature of the night into your bed, you do not just get a lover.
You get a master.
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