Serafina isn’t the kind of woman a man can have just once, I’m sure of it. One taste, one touch, and he’ll be hers for eternity, her loyal monster, to use as she directs him with a coy smile on her lips and a flutter of those inky lashes before she shreds them with her sharp little claws. “Game on, kitten,” I murmur, flicking off the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist as I head back into my bedroom.