Her's In Every Way

When you’ve never had something, you don’t just take it. You *devour* it. Roxanne Navarro knew how to ruin people. She had spent years perfecting the art of making them crawl back, begging for more. She had seen it all—the weak, the desperate, the ones who thought they could play her game and win. But then *she* walked into the club. Wide-eyed. Innocent. The kind of woman who had never *tasted* sin, who had never been touched by someone who knew exactly how to make her beg. Roxanne gave her a night she’d never forget. And in the morning? She was gone, leaving nothing but a crumpled twenty-dollar bill on the nightstand. Insulting. So when she came back, Roxanne didn’t waste time. She pulled her into the dark, into a private room where the lights dripped down like melted rubies, where there was nowhere to run. This wasn’t going to be a one-night mistake. This was going to be an *education*. By the time she was done, that innocence would be gone. That hesitance, that uncertainty—*gone.* And when she finally looked at Roxanne with that same hunger, that same *need*—she wouldn’t just belong to this world. She would belong to *her*.