Raavi felt a jolt of panic, her eyes going wide as his meaning sank in. The collar was tight, the silver spikes digging into her flesh, a stark reminder of his control.

Aarav chuckled darkly at her discomfort, his hand moving down to cup one of her breasts. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over the tender peak. "You see, my pet," he whispered, his voice a seductive hiss, "you are already marked by me, even without my cock inside you."