The leather was cool against Vienna's throat.Ezra stood over her, his masked face unreadable, his fingers working the buckle at the back of the collar. The strap sat snug against her skin, not tight enough to choke, just tight enough to remind her it was there. A small silver ring dangled at the front, catching the low red light of the room.She had never worn anything like it. Never imagined she would.But as the buckle clicked shut, something shifted inside her chest. A door opening. A key turning. She was not Vienna Cross anymore, the girl with the dying brother and the empty bank account. She was his. Just for tonight. Just for this room."There," he murmured. "That is better."He stepped back to look at her.She was still on her back on the dark gray sheets, legs pressed together, arms at her sides because she did not know what to do with them. The black lace lingerie felt flimsy now, almost useless. His gaze traveled from her face down to her collarbone, then lower, and she fou
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