CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG
Her whole body jolted, a sharp gasp ripped from her throat.
"Wha—what is this?" she panted, her eyes wide with horrifying confusion.
Zayne simply watched, settling back in his chair. "A new form of entertainment. One your body cannot resist, no matter how much your spirit loathes me."
"Bastard," Aria gasped.
It was a high, insistent hum pressed directly against her most sensitive flesh. The vibration seemed to be everywhere, buzzing up her spine, making her nerves sing a song of pure, undiluted ecstasy. It was an erotic torture, designed to unravel her.