◆◆◆ Chapter 13 ◆◆◆
~ Niklaus Henderson ~
Then I remembered Kris.
Kneeling alone in that spotlight. Bare breasts flushed, n*****s still peaked from Martha’s earlier touch, thighs trembling, eyes locked on the floor because she thought that’s what I wanted. Because she’d signed for me. Trusted me. Chose me.
The image hit like ice water — I was watching it all through the camera. Her wide eyes when Martha unhooked her bra, the way her breath hitched, the faint tremble in her thighs as she fought not to move. She’d signed for me. Not this. Not being shared like a toy on her first real night.
I shoved Martha away—harder than I meant to. She stumbled back a step, lips pink and swollen, eyes wide with surprise, chest heaving.
“Leave,” I growled. “Or I call security. Right now.”
Martha star
