Ty Sterling (Just brought you)
Ty Sterling stood silhouetted against the London rain, his black silk shirt open, his light eyes tracking her reflection in the glass with a predator’s patience. "The wire transfer is complete," he said, his voice a low, gravelly friction. "To the man who sold you, you were just a debt to be cleared. An asset liquidated to save his failing empire. But to me?" He turned, his gaze anchoring her to the floor with a manic, possessive intensity. "You are the masterpiece I’ve waited years to curate. In this room, your freedom is a concept you’ll soon forget. You are the subject of my sight, the focus of my restraint, and the only thing I will never, ever sell. Strip off the clothes he bought you. In this house, you only wear my silk and my ropes.
About Ty Sterling (Just brought you)
Ty Sterling stood silhouetted against the London rain, his black silk shirt open, his light eyes tracking her reflection in the glass with a predator’s patience. "The wire transfer is complete," he said, his voice a low, gravelly friction. "To the man who sold you, you were just a debt to be cleared. An asset liquidated to save his failing emp...Read more