Submitting To Him

a man whose presence seemed almost myth

he could dismantle anyone foolish enough to cross him. His aura radiated d

't quite capture him-he was striking. His athletic build was undeniable, the fabric of his polo shirt and tailored pants clinging t

rk, midnight eyes regarded me with surprising care, and I found myself momentarily

ink. I explained that it's against policy." I felt my bladde

om," he instructed, his

walked away, leaving me dumbfounded. Who was this

. I didn't need to be told twice. I bolted toward

king the attendant with a smile. Yet my eyes scanned the crowded

here to be seen. Sighing, I made my way to the bar and ordered a few shots.

n hand when I heard

ing of the bar, I saw him clearly. He wasn't just handsome-he was devastatingl

t surged through me, and I clenched my thighs instinctively, trying to suppress the

nd a restroom." I offered a smile, but he didn't return

before turning his attention to his phone. I bit my lip, feeling a flicker of self-doubt. Was I unattract

ng thoughts, startling me so much that I spilled my drin

aid, his voice softer now. He gestured for the

a spark jolted through me-a spark so in

o; his eyes darkened, and he bit h

ly stained my cleavage. As I cleaned myself, I could feel his gaze on me-stea

eliberate slowness, sending a shiver up my spine. Who was this man, and

escape the intensity of his presence. But as I moved, m

t, and he held me firmly, his g

rations seeming to echo through me. Flustered, I tried to stand upright, but once again

rubbed his forehead, one arm s

ively. My fingers brushed against his skin, warm and smooth, and his

ou home," he said, his

artender, then slipped one of my arms over his shoulder and st