It started innocently more than enough.

Beautiful Harper gave Sean those eyes . those eyes that intended, yes, consider me. But Harper didn’t know Sean’s top secret . . . She didn’t know that he liked it rough. More than rough.

He loved to dominate. To punish. To degrade. It was the only path that the black gap in his spirit wouldn’t swallow him up.

He would force her a touch too far, and she would run. Each of them ran, eventually.

But that isn’t what occurred . . . when he place his hands around her neck and squeezed, Harper moaned. When he informed her to stay away, she didn’t pay attention, misbehaving until she got spanked. When he had taken out the handcuffs, there is exhilaration in her eyes, mixed with just a little fear.

The doe-eyed redhead liked it. A lot more than that, she wanted it. She said so, over and over.

That’s the thing about sexy strangers, though . . . you by no means know what they’re concealing. And Harper is usually carrying a burden so weighty that even Sean’s secrets pale in comparison.

Contains mature themes.