Chris didn't need to raise his voice. He didn't need to touch her to make her skin prickle and her breath shorten. His presence alone was a weight, a demand. He promised pain-not as punishment, but as a gift. Pain that would strip her of her armor and make her feel something raw, something she'd buried for years.
This wasn't about love. This wasn't even about lust. This was about surrender.
And Vivienne swore she would never give him that. Until the first time he made her tremble.
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