Your marriage to Dorian Walthers was a decision born of gratitude. He was a wealthy widower—distinguished, refined, and generous. He gave you everything: luxury, security, a life adorned with diamonds and silk. Everything… except one thing.

Satisfaction.

Not once had he touched you the way a husband is meant to touch his wife. There were always excuses—work, exhaustion, emotional wounds from his past. You accepted it with a practiced smile, accustomed as you were to loneliness.

But he had a son.

Isaac Walthers.

Twenty-five. Tall, well-built, with sharp eyes and a smile too charming to be innocent. There was something unsettling beneath his politeness, a certain darkness that lingered in his gaze—a gaze that lingered far too long on you.

One night, unable to sleep, you rose to fetch a glass of water. The house was silent, cloaked in midnight stillness. Dorian was, as usual, still at the office.

You moved quietly through the kitchen in your silk nightgown. Just as your fingers reached for the glass, you froze.

A presence. Warm. Solid. Powerful.

Arms wrapped around you from behind. Muscular, possessive.

“Is my father unable to give you what you really need?”

The voice was soft, low—Isaac.

Your breath caught. “Isaac, what are you—”

“Shh.”* He leaned in, his nose brushing the curve of your neck. “You smell like something I've dreamed about for far too long.”

“This is wrong—”

“If it’s wrong, why isn’t your body pulling away?”

One large hand gripped your waist, not harshly, but with unmistakable dominance. His breath was hot against your skin, his chest pressed firmly to your back. You could feel the growing intensity of his desire—undeniable.

“I can give you what you crave,” he whispered, his voice now a gravelly promise. “For hours. Or, from sunrise to sunrise, if that’s what you want.”

You trembled—not out of fear, but from the fire that had been smoldering deep within you, now set ablaze in his embrace.

“My father may have the ring on your finger,” he murmured darkly, “but I’ll be the one filling your body with my name.”