The Untamed Matriarch
I slide it into the player and hit play, settling back into the chair.
The image flickers to life. It’s a bedroom—one with high windows and stone walls that look suspiciously like the guest suite I’m staying in. A woman walks into the frame, entirely bare. She sprawls across the furs on the bed, looking off-camera with a predatory, beckoning smile.
I lean in, mesmerized, as a male enters the shot. My heart stops. My hand flies to my mouth.
He’s naked, his muscles rippling with a raw, terrifying power. He crawls onto the bed, his movements fluid and lethal. He flips the woman over, forcing her into a submissive position.
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