The room was thick with the scent of sweat and something sharper—heady, intoxicating. The dim glow of a single lamp cast long, erratic shadows across the wall, silhou tangled limbs and grasping hands. Clear Rivers loomed over Kimberly Corman, her breath ragged but controlled, her pupils blown wide with adrenaline and something darker. Kim writhed beneath her, wrists pinned above her head, face flushed and streaked with tears that hadn’t yet dried. The air between them crackled—not just with heat, but with tension, with the push-pull of control and surrender.

Clear grinned down at her, all sharp edges and predatory delight. Her fingers trailed down Kim’s torso, nails biting just enough to leave faint red lines in their wake. Kim gasped, hips jerking involuntarily—whether to arch into the touch or escape it, even she didn’t seem sure. Clear reveled in that hesitation, in the way Kim’s breath hitched when she leaned down to drag her teeth over a sensitive of skin on her neck.

“You’re such a mess,” Clear her voice a teasing lilt dripping with condescending affection. She caught Kim’s chin between her thumb and forefinger, forcing their eyes to meet. “Look at you. Couldn’t even try to resist me if you wanted to, could you?” Kim whimpered, shaking her head, and Clear rewarded the submission with a slow, filthy kiss, swallowing the weak noise that escaped her throat.

Then, without warning, Clear reached for the small canister on the nightstand—the one Kim had come to dread. The metallic hiss of the nozzle sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. Kim’s eyes widened in panic, her body tensing as Clear pressed the opening to her lips, grip unrelenting.

“Open,” Clear commanded, and when Kim hesitated, her voice dropped lower, a warning. “Now.”

Kim obeyed, trembling, her breath stuttering as the chemical rush flooded her senses. Clear watched, mesmerized, as Kim’s pupils dilated further, as the drug shuddered through her system, leaving her even more pliant, more lost. A fresh tear spilled down her cheek, and Clear wiped it away with her thumb, cooing softly—mockingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby. Just let it happen.” Her fingers tangled in Kim’s hair, guiding her head back against the pillows. “You like this. You need this.”

And worst of all? Clear wasn’t wrong.