Disa had a made a life from thriving on boys’ imperfections, which had been easy to do. Faults plagued every man and made them easier to control.

But now she had a problem. Jules Rohan had no imperfections. She had that information on good authority; she’d seen the dark-haired, blue-eyed host of “Up All Night with Jules Rohan” at Ryder Medina’s party. Disa had no idea how the two men even knew each other, but Ryder had unlikely friends and acquaintances all across the globe, and they all had unlikely friends and acquaintances, so perhaps it wasn’t that surprising.

She hadn’t spoken to Jules, only saw him across the room, surrounded by yes-men. He’d barely seemed to register they were there. Instead, he watched her with an intensity that surely matched her own. Disa had never been treated to such a gaze before. In her experience, most men rarely bothered to master I-won’t-take-no-for-an-answer bedroom eyes.

Jules Rohan was by far the exception, making her feel naked and deliciously used with just a glance. She’d refused to look away, wanting to prolong the magic as long as she could. She’d never experienced such a connection before, such sexual promise. By the time he looked away, jostled from the reverie by a friend, the crotch of Disa’s panties was soaking wet.

And if he could achieve that with just a look…

Disa could never decline a challenge, and she knew that’s exactly what Jules Rohan was. He didn’t crumble at first sight like previous lovers, instead suggesting a strength she’d never encountered before. This was a new game entirely.

She wasn’t worried. That only meant her victory would be that much sweeter when she broke him, just like all the others.

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