The only woman I’ve ever loved isn’t going to be won back with glittering presents under the tree. She’s a submissive who needs to be reminded that I’m the only man who makes her blood hot and her body ache, that I’m the one who crashed through the walls around her heart and convinced her to kneel at my feet.
I’ve got a reputation for being a good man who does compassionate things with his fortune. But tonight’s generosity isn’t about money, or being good. It’s about all the other ways I can be sinfully generous.
And very, very bad.