Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation
His muscles were dense, the kind of functional strength that came from survival rather than consistently hitting the gym.
When he looked up, a slow, dark smirk spread tauntingly across his lips. It wasn't the look of a broken man; it was the look of a wolf who had just realized his new cage had silver lining.
"He’s yours," the announcer said, clicking a button on the tablet. "The tracker is sub-dermal, linked to the app on your phone. If he travels outside the designated perimeter you set, you’ll be notified. If he becomes... difficult... there is a neural—."