ias Vos

across the oak desk and the neutral-toned furniture I'd chosen precisely because it reveale

family empires in the city. Recent public breakdown. Severe behavioral issues flagged by her fa

anes ever allowed thems

. 10:02 AM. She was late. A small act of rebelli

lly opened wi

she owned the room-a

oft lighting, and a body wrapped in a dress that walked the razor's edge between elegant and obscene. Her eyes-sharp,

chall

ed toward the leather couch, hips swaying with deliberate grace, before lowering herself onto it with the fluidity of someone

ment longer than necessary, maintaining t

ured. The one I'd perfected over years of practice. "T

e curved her full l

r in the room felt heavier already. Charged. I could sense the game beginning-the way she was

ioned some recent difficulties. Would you like t

culties," she echoed, tasting the word like it amused her. "That's such a polite way to say it, Doctor. I fuck too much. I ca

with clinical detachment-like she was t

d how does that emptiness feel in the

ath another layer of seduction. She shifted again on the couch, her dress slipping higher. The scent of her-som

onizing her body and her

eper psychological one. The broken girl behind the heiress armor. The on

udin

d controlled. "This is a safe space, Nova. But it

She let out a soft, throaty laugh. "Doc

Kane

dn't

ir throat like nervous schoolboys. Not Dr. Elias Voss. He sat there like a fortress-calm, c

ssed

xcit

ne. Not the cheap chemical high I got from strangers or Marcus or my own fingers. This was something sharper

l air of his office kissed my bare skin. No panties. I wondered if he

fucking illusion. My father cares more about the Kane legacy than whether I'm breathing. My mother smiles like a queen while she's getting f

I caught the subtle tightening of his

e void gets. For a few seconds, anyway." I bit my lower lip, holding his gaze. "Last night I let four different men fu

tting the si

thi

ls clicking softly against the floor. Not close enough to touc

rong line of his jaw, the way his hands stayed perfectly still on the desk. "I feel someth

Tell me-does it turn you on? Knowing your patient walked in

n't scold me. But I saw it-the tiniest flicker in th

my pul

ted to see what lay beneath all that professional armor. Because

he beginning o