The door slammed shut behind them, sealing Blazar's fate in the dim, violet-lit chambers. Ryuzaki's grip on her thighs was unyielding, his fingers pressing into her flesh as he carried her toward the massive bed draped in silks the color of twilight.
"Put me down," Blazar hissed, her voice sharp despite the way her body betrayed her—skin still flushed from the jacuzzi, nipples pebbled beneath the damp towel barely clinging to her hips.
Ryuzaki ignored her, depositing her onto the bed with deliberate slowness. The sheets were cool against her heated skin, a contrast that made her shiver.
He loomed over her, one knee pressing into the mattress beside her hip, his violet eyes gleaming with something dark.
"How about you get through your punishment, little killer," he murmured, voice low, "and then I'll let you go."
Blazar bit her lip, glaring up at him. "I don't want to have sex with you."
His lips curved into a smirk. "Neither do I."
