The door swung shut behind her, sealing her fate, pushing her further into the unknown, into the darkness, into the sin she craved. She slid the lace over her skin, the touch electric, her nipples hardening into painful points. “Open your mouth, Kayla,” he commanded. “What would he say if it were me?” She turned the car around and headed home, her mind racing, her body aching with a need she’d never acknowledged before. She gripped the strap of her purse, her knuckles turning white, her body trembling with anticipation. She stepped out, her heels clicking on the pavement, her body trembling with each step. She could hear the sharp intakes of breath, the whispered curses, the promises of what they would do to her if given the chance. Come on in, sweetheart. But it was Marcus’s voice that cut through the haze of her desire, low and commanding. She drove to the bookstore, her hands slick with sweat on the steering wheel.
