First Full SurrenderThe penthouse was silent when they returned, the city lights glittering coldly through the floor-to-ceiling windows like distant, indifferent stars. Elena’s body still hummed from the gala bathroom, Sandro’s touch branded into her skin, his release still slick between her thighs beneath the emerald gown. She should have felt claimed. Instead, the USB drive in her clutch felt like a live grenade.Sandro disappeared into his office almost immediately, murmuring something about loose ends from the evening. Elena waited until the heavy door clicked shut, then slipped into the guest bathroom off the hallway, heart hammering. She locked the door, pulled out her laptop from the hidden shelf she’d claimed as her own small rebellion, and plugged in the drive.The first video file opened.It was grainy, shot from a distance, but unmistakable. A warehouse. Blood on concrete. A man on his knees, begging. Sandro’s silhouette moved through the shadows, calm, precise. A single g
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