Devon's smirk lingered like a shadow in the dimly lit dining room, the soft hum of the refrigerator in the adjacent kitchen the only sound breaking the tense silence. The air was thick with the remnants of their makeshift meal, the faint aroma of red wine mingling with the sharp tang of cheese and Mark's steady, drugged breaths provided a rhythm, his head pillowed on his arms atop the tablecloth.
Sophie stood under the warm glow of the chandelier, her skin flushed with a mix of humiliation, anger, her blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders, partially veiling her full breasts, but nothing could hide the way her nipples tightened in the cool air, or the subtle quiver in her thighs as Devon's gaze devoured her.
He remained seated, his posture relaxed yet commanding, like a king on his throne surveying a conquered realm. His dark eyes traced every curve, the gentle swell of her hips, the smooth expanse of her stomach, the trimmed patch of curls at the apex of her thighs.
