The kink was never the danger.
He told me to kneel. I told him to make me.
Eclipse doesn't advertise. You don't stumble into it—you find it the way you find things you've been secretly looking for. And after years of wanting what I'd been told I wasn't made for, I finally let myself walk through the door.
Dominic Laurent built Eclipse on one principle: the right match changes everything. He took one look at me and said he already knew who that was.
Desperate for anonymity, I chose a blindfold for my first scene.
I should have asked more questions.
Because the man waiting in Suite 7 is Kane Sinclair—controlled, and the last person on earth I should want. My best friend's brother. The man whose buttons I have spent years relentlessly pushing.
He recognized me instantly. He should have walked away.
He didn't.
Now we're trading sharp words in the daylight and breaking rules in the dark. And the deeper it gets, the more I understand what I'm actually risking.
Falling for him was never the real risk. Lying to his sister—my best friend of nine years—is.
