Lilah Hunter doesn't blur lines. As a sharp-tongued corporate lawyer with a ruthless work ethic and a closet full of control, she's has learnt to build her entire life on boundaries, no one gets inside her armor. And definitely not an arrogant, charming billionaire. Theo Grey. Infuriatingly confident, dangerously observant, and hellbent on pushing her buttons. With just a glance, he can unravel the cool, confident woman she's worked so hard to become. He drives her insane... yet she can't seem to escape the way he makes her feel. . . . Then punish me, Lilah," he whispered, low, deliberate, sinful. My name rolled off his tongue like it was made for my lips alone. Heat pooled deep inside me. My mind teetered on the edge of surrender. A dangerous idea struck. I tilted my head, eyes locked on his, and let my fingers drift over his forearm- the one resting on my thigh. Featherlight, I traced up to his bicep, over the curve of his neck, and finally let the back of my hand brush his cheek. My thumb traced over his bottom lip in a slow, deliberate caress. His gaze followed, wide, hungry, submitting under my touch. "Do I plan on punishing you, Grey?" I murmured, letting my voice drip with false innocence. I bit my lower lip, slow enough for him to notice, and held his eyes while I did it. He seized my wrist with his free hand, fingers strong and possessive. His eyes flicked to my mouth, back to my eyes, then back down again. Every lean forward, every shift of his body screamed that he wanted more. Needed more.

To all the girlies who were told to stay soft in a world built on blood. You were born to command. Fuck obedience.