Sinfully His
Tonight it waited open, its shadowed interior pulling me toward it.
The Red Room.
Flashes of what had happened here before burned through my memory. But this time, I was not coming for pleasure. This time, I was coming for punishment, or even worse.
Damien entered first. I followed, my breath shallow, my heart pounding with each step. The room was dim, lit only by a few low lamps that cast a crimson glow across the walls. Chains and leather straps hung in ordered rows. The scent was sharp, metallic, mixed with the faint sweetness of oil.
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