Eva had thought about him too many times to count.
Thought about him bending her over her own desk at the academy, fucking her until the books scattered to the floor, pages fluttering like startled birds.
Thought about him cornering her in the back room of the shop, whispering orders in that voice he used when he pretended to channel the Light, his breath hot against her neck.
Thought about him seeing everything—her secrets, her shame, her need—and still wanting her, his hands claiming her in ways her toys never could.
And now… he did know.
The guy who filled her fantasies, who made her sneak touches in class, who left her trembling at night in her bath—he knew her secret.
He'd seen through her, not with judgment, but with that calm, curious gaze that made her heart stutter.
Eva pressed her hands harder against her lap, her thighs squeezing tight around each other as if to hold in the flood of shame and heat threatening to overwhelm her.
