Elena moved through the grand salon like a dream wrapped in shame and heat. The silver tray felt heavier with every step, her bare breasts swaying gently as she offered drinks to elegantly dressed guests. Their eyes devoured her—lingering on her stiff nipples, the smooth mound of her pussy, the leather collar marking her as available property.

But it was Victor’s gaze that truly unraveled her. He watched from a high-backed leather chair like a king on his throne, one ankle resting casually on his knee, fingers drumming slowly on the armrest. Every time she glanced his way, his dark eyes promised things that made her core throb.

She had...