Edge of Control

The sheer grip Maeve held over my sanity was maddening. Buying her those barely-there outfits had been a calculated move on my part, meant to throw her off balance and keep the power squarely in my hands. Yet standing here in my bedroom, the whole plan had blown up in my face.

Those scraps of clothing were torturing me instead, shredding my restraint and fueling a hunger that was driving me out o