Bold. (R18)

The room was dimly lit, bathed in the warm glow of a single ball of light. The soft flickering of the light cast moving shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and quiet tension.

Kaelan sat at the edge of his bed, his sharp gaze locked onto the woman before him—Martha. His maid. His loyal follower. The woman who had nearly lost her life for him.

She straddled his lap, her soft, plump butt pressed against thighs, her breathing uneven as she stared into his cold but unreadable eyes with lust.

She deserved to be both rewarded and punished. He would do both at the same time.

He raised a hand, trailing his fingers through her silky hair before gripping it and roughly tugging. Her head tilted back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck.

Without hesitation, Kaelan leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of warm kisses as he moved downward.