博客來She sells fantasies. He deals in consequences.
Dallas is the Queen of the Austin underground. A professional Dominatrix who builds empires on the weakness of men, she is untouchable, composed, and armored in leather. But beneath the veneer of control, the noise in her head is deafening. She doesn’t need a lover; she needs an exorcism.
Enter Aris Throne.
Asexual, clinical, and terrifyingly precise, Aris is not a Dom in the traditional sense. He is an architect of sensation. He feels no lust, only the cold satisfaction of physics applied to flesh.
The agreement is simple: Twenty Acts. Twenty tools. No safe words for comfort, only for emergency. From the heavy thud of the beaver tail to the electric bite of the violet wand, Aris strips away Dallas’s layers with surgical indifference. He isn’t there to pleasure her. He is there to break the professional down to the animal, trading her chaos for his absolute, crushing silence.
This is not a romance. This is a demolition.
