NOVA’S POV**

I was shaking before he even touched me.

It had been two weeks since that intense night in his playroom, and Dr. Elias Crowe had been… different. Still controlling. Still possessive. But tonight he promised something else.

No restraints.

No limits.

No holding back.

He wanted me completely — raw, desperate, and ruined.

I stood in the middle of his private bedroom wearing nothing but the thin silver collar he’d locked around my throat earlier. The room was dimly lit, moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver across the massive bed where he’d fucked me so many times already.

Elias stepped out of the shadows, completely naked....