The defiance in her eyes didn't just fade; it evaporated, replaced by a raw, predatory hunger. She tilted her head back, exhaling a final, slow plume of smoke directly into my mouth. As the gray mist swirled between us, she surged forward, and our lips crashed together in a collision of silk, tobacco, and desperate power.
This was the crossroads. I had exactly two hours before the sun fully claimed the sky, and I intended to use every second to break her. This wasn't just about escaping her grip; it was about reversing the roles. I wanted her to crack. I wanted to bend the most powerful woman in the industry until she didn't know where her authority ended and my will began.
