C28 The Binding Kiss

The wind howled like a beast set free as Lucien’s black Maserati tore across the rain-slicked asphalt. His knuckles turned pale against the steering wheel, jaw clenched, mind burning. He could feel Aiden—could taste him in the air. Something primal pulled him forward, a string spun between lust, obsession, and something far more ancient.

Damien had taken Aiden. Again. And this time