He looked up at me then, his eyes wet and hazy, his face a mask of absolute, soul-deep surrender. "I am your slave, Seraphina. I am your beast to command. I am your ruin to walk through. Use me. Break me. Just stay in the fire with me."
The words, spoken with such raw, intoxicated submission, were more arousing than any display of brute force or dominance could ever be. To see Kaelen Vane—the Master of the Syndicate, the man who controlled the fate of millions with a single word—completely dismantled and brought to his knees by his own love for me... it triggered something primal and ancient in my blood.
The "Doctor" was gone. The victim was gone. There was only the Sovereign, and she was hungry for the man who had surrendered his soul to her.
