Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
The days turned into weeks, and our new contract, the one we were writing together in the blank book, became a detailed, explicit map of our shared desires. We explored every fantasy, every kink, every dark corner of our sexuality. But Caine was becoming more intense, more possessive. He was no longer just training me; he was trying to leave an indelible mark on my very soul.
One evening, he came home with a small, black velvet box. “I have a gift for you,” he said, his eyes dark with a primal light.