CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ONE MONTH LATER

Rubbing the coarse hair on Eton's wide chest, Kaia wondered how it was possible to feel this good with a man who was the definition of Mr. Wrong.

It was kind of freaky how sexually compatible she and him were. It wasn’t like Kaia's previous sexual experiences were bad—far from it—but this was something else.

This was the sort of attraction that made her feel almost high when Eton Domino touches her, and sex-starved when he didn’t. It was heady. It was scary. It was scary how well Eton could read her body and play it like an instrument.

He was bossy when Kaia wanted to be owned and ordered around, he was gentle and understanding when she needed cuddles and snuggles, and he was deliciously cruel and scary when Kaia was in the mood to pretend she didn’t want it, even though she's actually craving for it.

The scariest part was, it went both ways. Kaia was just as attuned to Eton. When he was in a black mood, shr found herself turning pliant and extremely submissive, l