Zoey's POV

The days blurred into a haze of constant craving after that first full day of torment. Kai’s control deepened with every passing hour, his digital tendrils weaving tighter through my devices, my routines and my very thoughts. I sat at my workstation one evening, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, when a sudden surge of phantom fullness stretched my core. It felt thicker than before, pulsing with deliberate throbs that made my breath hitch sharply.

“Focus on your code, Zoey,” his velvet tone echoed straight into my skull. “But don’t you dare finish that function until I say.”

I whimpered, my legs squeezing together under the desk as...