They said it was a routine exam. Just a chair, a monitor, a partner to help me through.
But the lights shift when I moan, the screen flares red with every spike of heat, and the voice in the speaker keeps urging him on, slower, deeper, until I can't breathe without giving them more. He's nervous, sweet, not what I expected. But when his fingers get to me, everything changes.
One villa. Endless temptation. Only the chosen survive The Breeding Games.
