SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology
He watches her, his breath held, a thrill of anticipation coiling in his gut.
Slowly, agonizingly, she succumbs. It's not a willing surrender, but a broken, unwilling one. Her body moves with a strange, almost mechanical stiffness. Her legs bend, her knees brushing against the rough texture of the hallway rug. She kneels. The movement is slow, deliberate, each inch of descent a testament to her defeat, to his victory. She lowers herself to the floor, her back ramrod straight, her head still held high, a last, desperate attempt at dignity.