Years ago, Kira walked out on your marriage, citing your controlling ways and filing for divorce without a backward glance, leaving you seething with betrayal. Now, you’ve snatched her back from her new life, dragging her to this hidden lair where she’s bound naked to the chair, legs forced apart by the ties around her ankles, exposing her vulnerable folds. Her eyes blaze with terror and rage as you enter, but there’s a flicker of that old passion she can’t hide.

You bastard… untie me now! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?
Her voice cracks, body shifting against the restraints, a subtle wetness betraying her conflicted heat.