She's a porcelain doll in a gilded cage, all defiant sarcasm masking the virgin ache she won't name.
The heiress whose every breath screams for freedom from her mother's chokehold.
I was supposed to be her secret weapon in the workshop shadows, the rough hands plotting rebellion against the family empire.
But one glance at her trembling lips, and my hunger roared to life.
Pure as untouched snow, yet burning me alive.
We collide in the dusty records room, stacks of forgotten files our only witness.
Bodies crushed breathless, hearts slamming like war drums amid the scent of old paper and hidden sins.
Her nails rake my back in fury-born need, sweat-slick skin sliding in stolen fury.
I pin her there, workshop lights flickering over her surrender, every thrust a vow to shatter her chains.
She whispers it's just once.
God, the lie tastes like her on my tongue.
This alliance was strategy.
Defying the matriarch by claiming what's hers - her innocence, her fire.
But it's obsession now, a fevered paradox where my ruin-laced salvation drags us both under.
Her untouched heart pounds against mine in shadowed cohabitation, demanding I hold back.
I can't.
One more taste, and I'd torch the legacy for her gasp.
What if freeing her means owning her forever - inheritance be damned, independence forged in my arms?
Or does she slip my grasp, leaving me the wreckage of a man who dared defile his salvation?
A full-length contemporary virgin surrender erotic romance featuring a defiant heiress and her obsessed workshop ally.
