The queen of Death's Grip was not only a sexual creature, she seemed perfectly happy fucking her subordinates. And if the look in her black and red eyes was any indication, perfectly happy fucking someone like Mia, too.

Adron held a hand out to Mia, and curled a finger toward him.

Mia walked forward. Everything became a blur. A haze. Heat swam up her body into her breasts and between her legs, joined by tingling sparks. She managed a quick glance down, and groaned at how her nipples pushed out clear imprints against the sheer silk.

"You all need to learn how to start sex properly!" Mia said. "You don't...