Jace’s eyes widened as the rope settled against his skin, a knot forming in his throat—a mix of tension and desire. He could see the fire reflected in Miss Donnerbusen’s eyes, the same fire that had driven her to the edge of every boundary she set for herself.
She turned, taking the leash that had been attached to the chain and guiding Jace toward the couch. He obeyed, each step measured, his breath ragged with anticipation. The leather surface welcomed his back, and she positioned herself at his side, her own body aligned with his in a perfect, synchronized posture. Miss Donnerbusen 3 -hardcore-
The night in the back‑room of the club was still, the low hum of the air‑conditioner the only sound besides the soft rustle of silk curtains that framed the doorway. Miss Donnerbusen—tall, lithe, with a shock of copper hair that fell in glossy waves over her shoulders—stood in the center of the room, a faint smile curving her lips as she surveyed the dimly lit space. Jace’s eyes widened as the rope settled against