Her Cruel Empire (The Devil’s Plaything #1)

Robin

I stay in my room as instructed, jumping when Mrs. Kovacs brings in my evening meal, and then I go to bed when I can no longer stand being awake. But I barely sleep.

Every time I close my eyes, I see those bloody bandages. Or else I feel Eva’s hands on my skin, claiming and desperate one moment, cold and distant the next. Hear the village woman’s words echoing in my ears: You should not be at the castle .

The problem is, a single heated glance from Eva Novak is enough to get me soaking through my panties for her. The memory of her fucking me is just as compelling as the warnings from the village.