Hour by Hour

My head says, “Fuck Lukas Griffin.”

My clitoris says, “Go ahead!”

I gave in to him, submitted myself to our fiery passion… and it blew up in my face.

I can’t afford to do this again—not when he holds all the cards. Not when he makes all the rules.

He’s lured me into a game—a game I’ve never played.

A dangerous one.

And if I raise the stakes and place another bet on him, will he burn me again?