However much you wanted someone to want you, there was nothing you could do to make it happen. Whatever you did for them, whatever you gave them, whatever you let them take, it could never...

You can come round to my flat.” Toreth’s voice changed, sliding subtly into something hard-edged but seductive. “I don’t need chains to make you do what I want. I don’t need anything. I can take...

It doesn’t matter what you want,” Toreth breathed into his ear. “All that matters is what I want. Say it.