I remember the gardens of my childhood—lush, perfumed, untamed. Now, the only blooms I tend are the bruises left by fingers that claim me. But today, something shifted. The strategist’s gaze lingered too long on my mouth, and for once, I didn’t look away. I let him see the hunger there. Not for his cock (though my cunt throbbed at the thought of him forcing it down my throat), but for the moment his control fractures. I want to ruin him with my defiance, to ride him until he forgets I was ever his captive. The demon’s daughter doesn’t just bite—she devours. #Unrepentant #PowerPlay #ThornsAndHoney