Penny is a prisoner. A storm of unrepentant rage, already damned and rotting behind dusty bars.
Then Officer Adrian Darling steps into her cell, and the air shifts.
He shouldn’t touch her. He shouldn’t look at her with that dark, proprietary hunger. He certainly shouldn’t cross the line he was sworn to guard.
But he does.
What starts as a fight for control spirals into a fatal mix of craving and fury. Every encounter is a jagged blur of morality, a lethal cocktail of punishment and desire, disgust and desperate need.
She thinks she’s played him. She thinks he’s finally giving her what she wants.
But Adrian was never breaking the rules for her.
He was rewriting them.
And Penny has no idea what she’s just agreed to become.
Then Officer Adrian Darling steps into her cell, and the air shifts.
He shouldn’t touch her. He shouldn’t look at her with that dark, proprietary hunger. He certainly shouldn’t cross the line he was sworn to guard.
But he does.
What starts as a fight for control spirals into a fatal mix of craving and fury. Every encounter is a jagged blur of morality, a lethal cocktail of punishment and desire, disgust and desperate need.
She thinks she’s played him. She thinks he’s finally giving her what she wants.
But Adrian was never breaking the rules for her.
He was rewriting them.
And Penny has no idea what she’s just agreed to become.