The rest of the girls slept, their bodies spent from the night of intense passion, but Josephine's eyes gleamed with unfulfilled desire. She quietly slipped out of the bed, her body lithe and graceful, and approached Lyan.
"Lyan," she whispered, her voice a sultry promise, "I'm not done yet."
He turned to her, a smirk playing on his lips. "What do you have in mind?"
"I want to play a game," she replied, her eyes darkening with lust. "I want you to be a bandit, ravaging me like a helpless girl."
Lyan's smirk widened, his gaze turning predatory. "As you wish, my little captive."
Josephine's eyes sparkled with excitement as she let herself fall into the role. She pretended to resist as Lyan grabbed her, his hands rough and demanding.
"You're mine tonight," he growled, pushing her onto the bed, his body covering hers.
Josephine gasped, her body arching into his touch. "Please, no," she whispered, her voice trembling with mock fear. "Don't hurt me."
