Description

Mara had spent years building walls around herself. Walls made of control, discipline, and silence. She had been bruised before—not just on her skin but deep inside, in places no one could see. Yet there was a part of her that longed for someone to break through, someone who could make her feel without destroying her completely.

Kai was not gentle in the way most men were. He carried dominance like a second skin, a quiet, intense presence that commanded without raising his voice. His hands were rough but deliberate, and his eyes promised both ruin and redemption.

When Mara stepped into his world, she thought she was searching for escape. What she found was something far more dangerous: herself, laid bare under his control, trembling and aching for every lick, every bruise, every piece of pleasure wrapped in pain.