The Vixen's Vendetta

Zylah Everhart was born to rule. She is cold, ruthless, and unstoppable. But power isn't handed over; it's taken. And Orion Lancaster is the one man who can match her, challenge her... consume her.

Their partnership is strategic. Their desire is dangerous. Addictive. And in a game where power is everything, falling for him might cost her it all.

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I stood before him, bare except for the deep red lace clinging to my body. The low lighting of the room cast shadows over my skin, accentuating every dip, every curve. I tilted my head, watching him with amused patience.

"Say it again," he finally said, voice low, rough.

I smirked. "I'm giving you permission."

Orion let out a slow exhale, his fingers flexing as if testing his own control. Then he shook his head, dark amusement flickering across his face. "You have no idea what you just started."

My stomach tightened in anticipation, but I refused to look away. "Then show me."

That was all it took.

In the next second, Orion was on his feet, closing the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps. His size, his presence, swallowed me whole.

"You're so fucking spoiled," he muttered, brushing his fingers over my jaw, tilting my face up. "You think you can tease me, play your little games, and walk away whenever you want?"

My lips parted, a retort forming but I never got the chance to say it.

Orion's fingers slid to my throat, applying just enough pressure to steal my breath. "Not this time, sweetheart."

My heart slammed against my ribs. Holy shit.

His grip wasn't tight enough to hurt- just enough to remind me that he was in control.

And I liked it.

"You're mine tonight," he murmured, his lips ghosting over mine. "And I decide when you walk away."


WARNING: R18, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT.