The Billionaire's Stolen Night: Little Darlings' Sweet Revenge

Three years of loveless marriage turned her from an angel into a black widow.
That night, she roughly bound his wrists with his tie and straddled his waist. As she leaned forward, her scarlet silk nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing curve of flesh beneath.
"Enjoying this, Alexander?" she chuckled softly, her fingertips trailing slow and deliberate over his chest, teasing the tense ridges of his abs. "Hard but can't move—feeling frustrated?"
His eyes darkened, the desire within nearly exploding. He resisted, fought back, but completely crumbled at her touch.