“You’re shaking,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk.

“I expected chains,” I whispered, staring at the passing skyline so I wouldn’t have to look at him. “A basement. A cage. Not… whatever this is.”

His fingers tightened, sliding higher until they grazed the soaked lace of my panties. A soft, approving hum vibrated in his chest. “You thought I’d throw you down and rut into you like an animal?” That dangerous, velvet laugh again. “No, little doll. I’m going to spoil you rotten. Dress you in diamonds until you shine. Fuck you so deep and so often you forget your father’s name, let alone your...