CHAPTER 2: EDGED TO RUIN

VALENTINA’S POV The glass slides in slow, deliberate inches, gliding halfway and grinding hard against my G-spot.

Pleasure coils vicious and tight in my belly. I bite back the moan clawing up my throat. He yanks the dildo free just as suddenly, leaving me empty, walls fluttering and aching for more.

“Still nothing?” His hand slaps my inner thigh, leaving a blooming red print.

The second edge pushes deeper, twisting inside me while his thumb flicks my clit in merciless circles.

I pant, tits heaving, the chain tugging painfully with every breath.

“Silas,” I hiss, the name a threat and a plea all at once....