Burn everything in this room

Viktor’s heart pounded with each step she took—every movement felt like slow motion, except for the deafening thud in his chest.

Cyra stopped in front of him and reached for his hand, gently halting his fingers from tugging his bathrobe open.

“Boy,” she murmured, her voice thick with amusement, “are you trying to seduce me?”

Her eyes darkened as they trailed to the exposed line of his chest peeking beneath the robe collar.

“What if I am? Would—”

His words were cut short. Her fingers clamped around the back of his neck.

She studied the flickering storm of emotions across his face—his eyes wet, a darker gold now, and his breath shallow as he panted.

Then, without warning, she dragged him inside. The door slammed shut behind them, sealing the room in tense silence.

“Mm…” A moan slipped past Viktor’s lips as he glanced at his mistress. Her darkened grey eyes met his, and his core clenched in response.