"So…" Zen murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, dangerous tone, "how far are you willing to go to please me?"
Valeria didn't hesitate. Her golden eyes burned with raw, predatory hunger as she closed the distance and pressed her body against his. Her heavy, silk-clad breasts crushed softly against his chest, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how hard her nipples had become.
"As far as you want," she breathed, voice trembling with need. "Use me, Zen. Command me. Break me if you desire. I'll endure anything for you, Emperor."
"Don't make promises you lack the finesse to keep," Nyx purred softly.
She didn't push Valeria away this time; instead, the Spymaster slid her hands smoothly up Zen's chest, her cool, pale fingers tracing the lines of his muscles through his dark shirt. "I don't just endure, Emperor. I adapt. I will give you whatever you desire, no matter how filthy or demanding they are."
