Bloodplay

Euphoria was not given away. She was bartered—a broken offering to a monster, Loki, a dhampir whose very touch drips with cruelty and domination. He is cold, unrelenting, and used to breaking those under his control. He expected a frightened, submissive victim. Instead, he found a fury, a wild thing made of blood and fire, a woman forged in torment and betrayal.

She won’t bend. She won’t break. But Loki will make her. Every bruise, every cut, every sharp, brutal touch only draws him deeper into the madness of his obsession. He wants her surrender, but he gets defiance—a challenge he craves as much as he hates. He pushes, she resists, and they both fall into a spiralling hell of desire and destruction until every inch of her becomes an invitation to torture.

But with every touch, something darker stirs—something far more twisted than either can control. She needs him just as badly as he needs her. She needs his rawness in a way that only he can give to make her feel alive.