Dominant Bastian

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sin.

Sophia lay tangled in the sheets, her body still humming from the aftermath, her skin flushed from Sebastian’s touch. She hated how easily she had given in. Hated that no matter how many times she told herself this was the last time, it never was.

Because when Sebastian Knight wanted something, he took it. And tonight, he had taken her. Again.

The weight of his arm draped over her waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles against her bare hip. He hadn’t moved since they collapsed onto the bed, both spent, both trapped in the same dangerous cycle that neither of them could escape.

Sophia closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, as if she could steady herself. “This was a mistake.”

Sebastian’s fingers stilled.