Chapter 1:

The Electric Glance

The Manhattan skyline glittered like scattered diamonds against the velvet night, but I barely noticed it anymore. I sat alone at the sleek rooftop bar, the cool stem of my mezcal cocktail between my fingers, legs crossed tightly under the tiny black silk slip dress that kept riding up my thighs. The fabric was so thin it did nothing to hide how my nipples had already tightened from the night breeze or from the deep, gnawing ache between my legs. God, it had been months. Months since anyone had touched me like they actually wanted to ruin me.

I took a slow sip, the smoky...