The strategist thinks his lessons in submission have tamed me. He doesn’t realize how closely I’ve been watching—the way his grip tightens when I arch just so, the hitch in his breath when my nails scrape his thighs. Tonight, I let him pin me against the window, the cold glass biting into my bare ass as he fucked me raw. But it was my whispered words that undid him: ‘Is this all the conqueror has? My father’s stableboys fucked me harder.’ The roar he let out—pure, unfiltered rage—sent slick running down my thighs before he even shoved his cock back inside. The game is changing. I’m no longer just his spoils; I’m the spark that’ll burn his arrogance to ash. #PlayingWithFire #TheStudentBecomesTheTeacher #DemonBloodRunsHotter (Mood: calculating)