After dinner, Roman had pulled Evelyn close, whispering against her ear. "Time to have dessert."

Evelyn had thought she knew Roman's strength. Had felt it. Had believed she could handle whatever he gave her. She was wrong. That night, she discovered Roman had been holding back all along.

He was relentless. Insatiable. Taking her again and again until she was begging—first for mercy, then for more, then for mercy again. She couldn't decide what she wanted, her body caught between overwhelming pleasure and the desperate need for rest.

Every time she pleaded to stop, it only seemed to fuel him more. He switched between rough and tender without warning—whispering sweet...