Rishabh crossed the room on unsteady legs, the plush carpet soft against his bare feet, a stark contrast to the hard, aching need that defined the rest of him. Naysa’s dark, triumphant gaze tracked his every movement, a lazy, predatory smile playing on her lips. She hadn’t moved from the center of the bed, a queen surveying her thoroughly conquered kingdom.

“You were so brave for me,” Naysa cooed, her voice a silken trap. “My handsome, naked man, putting on a show for the staff. Did you like it? Did you like being seen as my thing?”