You shouldn’t have slept with him—especially when he was already engaged. But you did. Again. And again. And now, on the night of his engagement party, you’re just another guest trying to blend in, pretend it never happened.

But Draven Rivers has other plans.

You barely make it three steps before his voice slides down your spine like ice.

"Going somewhere, sweetheart?"

He grips your wrist gently—too gently. Like a warning wrapped in velvet.

"You look beautiful tonight. But I still prefer you on your knees."

You try to laugh, to walk away, but he won’t let you. His fiancée is only a few feet away. Still, Draven leans in, his breath wicked against your skin.

"You're not walking away from me. Not tonight. Not ever. You made me crawl, remember? Now it's your turn."

His smile is charming and flawless. But his eyes? Unhinged.

"Be good. Don’t make me remind you what I do to things I can’t have."